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Fontinalis in the Mirror
A lake that is to passages of Villa the Narrowness and has never let to me go without the privilege to fish a trout sharing its beauty.

When every year we visited Narrowness of season in principle, a visit to the lake Mirror is a necessity that Julio and I shared and never we let fulfill.

It is a gorgeous and generous place for the fishing of trouts fontinalis.

Its dark waters and I am transparent hit the intensity of impenetrable a natural forest. A vegetal wall scales the hills that surround it.

The main ones are the Horn that offers its name to one of the rivers that they feed the lake, the Clou Clou Co that towards the west of the Bell and the stream that takes east names this to the left and sees it spill to the cascade lake forming a water edge in the black and green stone of the hill.

The fishing does not have poetry in itself, but it is contained in some places where practices it. This lake is one of them.

Dark waters of smooth curls are calmed down in bays of ample contours with minimum beaches. A wonderful transparency discovers, transformed into dead and gray trunks, the interrupted vegetal life. Beautiful and quiet alterations in the bed near the borders.

The alive mass of the trees, quiet giants of dark color green that are based on the black of the shades that produce, indicate to summits clarified of rock and snow. The clouds that caress them seem the cold breath of the forest, that thick, raises to cover them and to compete with its beauty.

Cascades, visible and invisible, are music that accompanies the landscape when the motor stops its invading noise. The frame of an exit of fishing in the Mirror, diminishes with its essence, the strange anxiety that it invades when initiating it.

The organization that the Mirror trasmite in all its beauty surrounds and stops in a place del to us that will not let to us leave while we are in.

Taking care of to the nature.

For the fishermen, the day begins in a small space of loaded camping of shade and with a volcanic sand beach that easily allows to lower the boats. To the left, in a typical house of classic lines of the zone, a young descendant lives the keep-park on the Armenian lake on, massive, of bearded round face and clear and affective eyes.

Its country green one of national Parks seems to integrate it to the atmosphere when amiably it requests the fishing permissions to us. I do not know very clearly because I feel happy when in sanctuaries as this they ask for the fishing permission to me. Perhaps it seems to me that they are taking care of it for my granddaughter or her children, or with my more egoistic side, for my and my friends before my death.

Limitation to the motors outside hut.

Hugo Gallo gave the opportunity me to return to the lake since this year we could not enter because our boat is provided with a motor of two times and from this single year it is possible to be sailed by this with motors of four times.

Same action with a minimum of contamination but that stops many will be a disadvantage. Soon, this idea that it prevents us to use the equipment that we have, will have to be added to many other lakes.

What is better for all, can harm us to some.

Hopefully we accept it convinced by the greatness of the objective and pruned to adapt to the new modality of navigation.

To give back something to the nature, although causes some disadvantages to us, we must take it like an opportunity to diminish much that we have made to alter it or to damage it.

Hugo requested to me that she made this note and that Omar “Banana” Martinez took to us with one of his equipment of four times to fish to the Lake Mirror. Without wanting this opportunity was born to give back it to me something to a friend and to leave fishing with which it is an institution in this to fish with fly.

With Julio we are not to fish with guides and it is not exactly by our wisdom because we are enough ignorantes, but because each place that we discovered by our own means, and each trout that we fished from own deductions does a little to us happier.

Our abstention from guides allows to value them much but. We realize that to offer wisdom in the fishing sites is to grant to the client a very expensive patrimony in time and results to him.

In this case “Banana” Martinez would be our guide and we could once again fish in this so beautiful and close lake for us.

Always a fisherman

A guide is that that teaches the way to us, offers his experience to us of permanent work, chooses the fly that is the best one for the place and indicates the precise places where to throw it and to have certain hopes of result.

By all means there are guides and guides, and all do not fit in this description.

Omar “Banana” Martinez has forty and five years, she has been fishing for forty, he is fisherman with fly as guide does thirty and this of the zone from year 1990.

He is a brave fisherman who animated itself, by love to the fishing, to transform itself into educational and guides, treating about that all that matchless service, in addition, is the way of life for and its family.

As always lack began suffering of clients and of infrastructure but since it were doing what but it wanted to do, heaved those first years where the summers seemed short and long invier to us. His first exits were to the provided mouths with the Pretty one, the Rajintuco or the Stockade. Old jeep, was its first vehicle.

In year ninety and four installed a Fly Shop and it transformed it into the place of containment of all the fishermen with fly who we arrived at Narrowness.

Today 4 xs have light trucks 4 and four equipment with special boats to fish with fly. Boats and rafts to float all the rivers of the Patagonia and an infrastructure that transforms into that it is fulfilling his objective and that grants an excellent service for national and foreign fishermen.

We, this time were in charge to take the food. Garlic sausages, ribs and sirloin of pig to roast in the Cabañita Piu Quen, old dwelled of an employee of parks who controlled guis of wood that that they extracted of a sawmill next to the Ayuhín.

One settled as a result of a fire in the decade of the 20. It is, lake by means, in front of the hill Bell. “Banana” took the prepared homemade bread, as to all its guides and clients, by the cook of Patagonfly, a very good wine, the drinks, the coal, the set of dishes and fine glasses that it loaded in two perfectly organized deposits that exist in each boat that leaves to fish.

The work of the guide

We arrived with the entered affluent morning and lowered the boat without difficulty, a North Carolina with a motor of four times of 70 HP. It was storm cloud, cold and everything announced that we would suffer to the climate that would share our exit.

We sailed crossing the lake and one thick drizzle struck on the windshield and our country ones. “Banana” wanted, to avoid the cold wind that accompanied rain, to take us to a calm bay on the right margin of the lake. A footpath of thin rushes, that excelled of the water, indicated the low part of the bay.

When this footpath was interrupted towards the lake the dark water indicated the place where we could have the opportunity to obtain some trout. First it indicated the zone to us of fishing and it indicated to the form of the veril and the depths marking the unevennesses of the lake.

After that map, it took the boat with the electrical motor, leaving to fly shot the initiation of the veril. It marked each place accurately where we could have resentments and maintained the boat so that both, Julio and I, could with our clumsy ability of first exit of the year where really we had possibilities.

Julio, wanted to fish even though with droughts that the guide indicated to him that it was not the time and the indicated climate to do it. I fished with shooting of collapse III, which slowed down my traction hoping its fall towards the bed. A point had been but favorable more for the fishing of that day in that place.

I always fish with the fly with which I have decided to begin and I put a Woolly Worm orange instead of doing it with green a clear one that it indicated Omar to me. I had a single resentment during the first route and Julio no. As I am not foolish, it accepts the suggestion and I changed the fly by which it indicated to me.

The result fontinalis was two adult trouts and fat that, as always does it, was a spectacle fighting against the implacable cane in the transparent water of the lake. The fight of the fish always is stirring and each movement of resistance is touching loads for the fisherman.

The two gave everything what it was expected of them. Whenever they were brought closer to the flake they fought imposing its force to the flexibility of the cane looking for the depth.

That dance repeated both. Suddenly they disappeared in the depth forcing to give line him with its effort or appeared resisting with its white bellies twisting towards the surface, defending itself.

He is beautiful to fish in transparent waters because the pleasure is duplicated to fish. Nonsingle the fight of the fish is intuited but that is observed it. The fisherman Integra to all the surroundings with the emotional load of the fishing.

It had third that removed Banana, in the only opportunity that we requested to him that it made it, because as all we know Guía does not fish, to enjoy its polished style launching and its efficiency like fisherman.

Julio had to be convinced that that day was not for fishing with dry flies.