Pesca en Lago Baguit

To size that enters the Patagonia the landscape, yellow and wineglass, one extends from the route to hills where the color is darkened in extended shades. The Vista, smooth and singsong, happens per hours, changing of forms, but conserving the constant dryness.

An unconscious apprehension seizes of those who journeys it.

The silencios in the vehicle stretch accompanying to the solitude of the plateau.

When the Handbag is left and it is continued for Esquel, the route ascends and descends with this moving and sad surroundings.

The sun puts in that austere earth and punishes without mercy to that dares to support it. The dryness of the thin grass shows inmisericordia of the climate. The humidity nor is guessed. If one for and lowers of the vehicle, the aggression is multiplied. The heat and the wind are added to the viciousness whereupon the nature is expressed.

Fires that I did not saw

Altered by the news uncontrollable fire sensationalists in the proximities to the National Park the Larches we traveled intranquilos looking for smoke or fire in our extensive route. We did not see anything of the catastrophe that was the screens of the national news reports. Our destiny Escondido Stream was one of the points that, according to the information in Buenos Aires, had been evacuated by the imminence of the fire dressing chisel. We arrived without to have seen smoke. Single we listened, when already we had lodged in the cabin, the shaking uniforms and heavy of some helicopter.

Towards the lake

We would fish guests by Hugo Gallo and his wife in the Baguilt lake.

Leaving Trevelin with South course there is a crossing of routes that indicates the Bent way to to the left and Chile to the right. We took this last one and when happening the Stream “the rifleros” we began to climb with the light trucks up a narrow track, to reach the Lake. The way, winding and close, adjusts to the rudeza of the zone and demands the conductors while it rises. The track and the landscape become more rustic and wild as we advanced. The height is marking the vegetation.

A landscape without time

By long short while we traveled with a forest of burned trees. Grays and totémicos, showed with their dry branches that an old fire had received, in that zone, their quota of destruction. Underneath this annihilated forest one new one is emerging. It is reconstituted slowly what the fire annihilated. It is impossible to know when the wreck happened but the secular samples of the burned trees last indicating to the gravity and the constituted damage. The time of the nature is inmedible from our cautious ignorante. Gray amount of enhiestos trunks and branches emerge from the young and green flora that will replace them. Ñires and cohiues appear in half of the way of the hill closing the forest. They show that all were not mutilated by the flames. Handfuls of canes to the flanks escort the way and hide the mount that already, in half of the route, becomes dense and wild.

It is necessary to animate itself to the way

The light truck of Pescanet goes in front of ours indicating the track to us. Protecting to us, they take the first risk that is run in the climbed ones or in the deep furrow drains that single can be journeyed in the summer. In winter the snow makes impossible. The forest is built the framework for and the way, winding and more and more impassable, mobilizes the anxiety to arrive at the Baguilt lake. After one it curves that it forces to us to make two maneuvers to pass it, we arrived finally.

A stirring spectacle

A forest of lengas aged forces to raise the Vista to us to admire them. The small beach of the lake describes, in a piled up stone circle to fire, that others have come before.

Those are very few that dare to the way, and that does it they jealously take care of that millenarian sample of the nature. The single lake account with small trouts. One of more of a kilo can consider a trophy. The lake is congealed in winter and, conjecturing an answer, this it can be the cause of the halting in the development of the trouts.

It is impossible to begin to fish without before accepting the grandiosidad of the forest.

It is necessary to feel the vegetal density of that old and remote flora. We can think to us about century XXI, prehistory or the future. Nothing would change. Underneath that quiet vegetation the time does not count. The wide trunks of lengas are the dominant bodies of the forest. Trees born from the same stone embrace them with their roots. Rotten branches and trunks lean in the black land sprinkled of small pieces of crust and infinite leaves. Plates of humid mosses lean in trunks and stones. They are like animals without head, nor eyes, that protect with the their delicate green curves by battered roots or the stone surfaces that have succumbed to the vegetal beast that devours them. Of the branches they hang beards as pinceladas of movement in the quiet calm of the forest. Ferns and shrubs prevent a easy step us and intimidate the intention to go deep to us in their shades. To walk that way is to feel the lapsing of our time. The short infinite space becomes well-known that the human life offers to us before the magnitude of the unyielding life and that surrounds to us.

There are no noises. Silence is the frightening frame of as much magnificencia.

The Baguilt lake

This cordillerano lake is located on the foot of the Conical hill. Limit natural of our country with Chile. The glacier that feeds it sees distant emphasizing its whiteness of the other tips mistreated by an extremely warm summer. It was declared makes very little Natural Reserve Tourist because the variety from the forest to but of thousand meters of the level of the sea makes singular with respect to all the other lakes of the zone. Dista of the city of single Trevelin 22 km but 18 of them impose the difficulty who leave snows of the winter in a way of difficult maintenance. At the place it is not possible to be arrived from another form that with vehicles 4 xs 4, on foot or to horse and are better to be lead by a guide specialized for the own security and the care of the integrity of this precious natural patrimony.

A bed of sand and fine stone gives color to the less deep part. A little but inside the stone Vista you displace mark clearly the line that outlines its deep part but. An annoying wind of the Southeast curls the surface of the lake and proves, with its irritating flight, our capacity in the launchings.

Beginning to fish

I prove with an equipment four, line of flotation and one “elk to hair caddis” in hook fourteen. I do not take anything in having resentment and obtaining the capture of a trout. The equipment does amused the task that Patricia takes care to film. Soon I have a pair of resentments of the same magnitude and, satisfied and paid well by to me to have arrived until that precious site, I become to the beach to eat. Afternoon one was not generous. Much wind, waves and the curly surface limited the results. But relying me on the best definition of fishing than I know, emitted by Hugo: “To fish, it is to be fishing”, it was a wonderful and unforgettable day. By her, by the fishing, we could approach us a place that seems scenery to imagine the life when just it began.

Conclusion:
The Baguilt lake is to thousand two hundred meters on the level of sea in the base of the Conical Hill. It is fed by a glacier. He is small and the west extends of this a. In order to arrive it is better to go accompanied of a single guide and can be acceded on foot, a horse or in vehicles 4 xs 4. A wall of rocks and trees it faces the beach that we arrived. By the experience of the guide there is much small trout, we in the day we obtained four. Although it is not expected, nor remotely a trophy, is place not to lose it to it. It is I magnify, beautiful and stirring, in addition it promises good days of intense and abundant fishing. that we fished we made with droughts and nymphs with lines of flotation in light pack light field equipment. Atrévase to arrive will be able to be amused fishing besides to be affected by unforgettable surroundings.