Apertura de Temporada de pesca Patagonica 2009/2010

An expected date and dreamed of all fly fishermen of Argentina and an unknown number of professionals and amateurs worldwide.
To say that Patagonia is ours, it's just a geopolitical cutting comment. Some know that Patagonia is for those who live in it, of those who enjoy and suffer, and everyone, all the fly fishermen who know or dream as an area that belongs in fantasy against the walrus ordering their lines, tying their leaders, stroking

Patagonia is for many a country place that some imagine and visit it, and in both cases, the fish live.
Fishermen fished without catching, forded rivers without knowing them and imagining their bull trout nailed just thinking about it.
Patagonia unites us despite the distance, language, customs or social situation in which we find ourselves.

It's a link between surrealism and the possible happiness of the fisherman.

There are those who live in it and stick fighting to belong to the landscape.

We were invited by the Chubut province to attend the opening ceremony of the 2009/2010 fishing season in Corcovado. A town of almost 2000 people crossed by the river that gives it its name, surrounded by mountains that surround as guardians of their reality and growth.

A mayor and a fisherman fishing club together with a province that understands that fishing tourism is an important opportunity to develop, made the opening event of the season had the solemnity that fishing and the area, ideal for practice, is deserves.
The act was done in a place where beauty is concentrated in the valley, the river with his invincible step holds the sound of their violence and some are shown green slopes, beautiful, rising to snowcapped mountains, beautiful and silent.

Upon arrival, note the coexistence of Chubut in the outdoors. Everything is installed in that frame stunning sharing with the cold and the landscape as assistants faultlessly, as companions of everyday life intangibles.

A table of impeccable white cloth, with plates of strawberries, bananas and kiwi cut accompanying towers dropping in black and white chocolate waterfall. Wells trays of chocolates and coffee table complete the beautiful breakfast that we share as fondieu holiday.

A podium and microphone. Rows of chairs prepared for the event and a cool morning, sunny, which is contagious to all who are there to participate with seriousness of a day that only indicates a change of action for fishermen, but is the inclusion of an entire people to its service mark of giving and sharing with all who come to their special environment.

Suddenly, like an unconscious command, all take their places and in this wonderful setting, all standing, began to sing the National Anthem.

Surely those who share your life with this landscape, it must have been shocked like me when I sang. I was touched by geography feeling for music content regardless of the remoteness of where they did. Authorities of the County - Deputy Governor Mr. Mario Vargas and others - Tourism - Minister for Foreign Trade, Tourism and Investment Eduardo Arzani, Regional Director of Tourism Edgar Sandoval -, Fisheries - Inland Fisheries Director Jorge Tascon, National Coordinator national sport fishing Jaime Rios, local authorities - Corcovado Mayor Raul Diez - and mayors of other towns and representatives of the Province Guardapesca National Parks and delivered with enthusiasm the importance of fishermen from around the world have for the community . None failed to stress that the care of the resource and game species should be part of an obsessive dedication to care and share with all who come to enjoy these wonderful rivers and lakes can offer.

After enjoying a barbecue special for the environment, and obviously affect the quality of what served Germain Sanchez, born and bred local guide in Corcovado, son of the local fly fisherman of the village invited us to test the Lower Rio Corcovado separated from the same Corcovado River High in a cascade that allows the exchange of fish. Close to four in the afternoon we set out, without much hope, to tour some places that caused growing for a week of rains left us.

We arrived at the perfect spots to cast our flies, but violence and turbidity of the water, only allowed one of us managed to catch. Of course we were told by Germanus of this reality that we had played live by the inclement weather that had suffered near the area. We feared for the day after because we wanted to help with our writing and pictures so much effort and prepared wills for us fly fishermen. Just as we saw, knowing for years the rivers of Patagonia, which in two or three days of fine weather the river would be paradise.

That night we were welcomed and invited by club members fishing Corcovado. We ate grilled chicken one full of camaraderie and extraordinary anecdotes and trout fishermen. These meetings enlarge the fantasies of anyone who likes to fish, because what he says one, says another, and serves to start a new story that surpasses the previous one. We could join the fetish of the fisherman a liar but knowing what it means fish in Patagonia, especially in the province of Chubut, any story can be true without a doubt and if it were not, it could be. We pass the list of partners Corcovado Fishing Club because if they come to visit the area to fish, or not, they are all ready to help you need. Germain Sanchez, Marcelo Ortega, Miguel Lavorato Carlos Rojas Damian Rojas, Daniel Perez, Julio Rey, Robert Price, Miguel Jimenez, Angel Vargas, Horacio Sanchez Marin, Raul Diez, Mario La Valle, Veronica Sanchez and Yolanda Huentequeo Villagrán de Rey . They do not pass the address and phone because they only ask the people in the easily located. Can count on your enthusiasm, experience and a wonderful willingness to help.

The next morning we left for the mouth of Lake General Winter whence the Corcovado River. The boys in the club had gone before to prepare a breakfast table for us. The road is a classic landscape of the area. Hills covered with snow at their summits becoming completely white and some other broken by dark patches of black stone, opaque green slopes and plateaus ending in very sparsely populated with shrubs and bushes hit by snow and sun. Calden, sparse coniferous ñires and accompany us on a winding up by the rough dirt road, just poceada.
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General Winter lake appears in view of our progress. Impressive, light blue and rarely almost no waves or ripples caused by wind. Showing kindness to their banks on a map delineated as ideal. Do not yet see the famous face and the second bay, site of so many extraordinary catches and fruit of stories that never end to transit the memories of fishermen who visited. Wild rainbow broke specially prepared equipment for fishing, memorable parts by weight and aggression, loneliness accessed by touching the cold wind and the sunset, accompanied by the hope of a pique of these trout dream. Upon arrival, despite being the first day of the season, there are a few tents and a precarious construction under the bridge that stands a fisherman in each opening, for many years. We went to the shelter of Guardapesca. A grizzled man, looking board and small eyes, snuggles up to our van with minimal smile.

Germain tells us that is all year in the area and that is a keeper of the mouth of Lake General Winter. Nobody can fish without a permit, much less escape his watchful eye if he commits a breach of species or river. Despite coming to the Mayor, with the Coordinator of Sport Fishing in Argentina and other authorities in official vans Chubut Province, without any concern, calling on all fishing permits. He is very respected by the tenacity and sacrifice involved all year care of this paradise in rainbow trout fishing.

Corcovado River begins in the wide mouth where fishermen cast their flies, watching from the bridge that crosses it, on the right margin. The lake on this coast made a bay where we observe, in the short time they had breakfast, some fishermen. In the afternoon we saw no one in either of those fishing positions. After breakfast show our permits, we climbed into the truck and down the river in search of two sites known to our guides. After walking a trail parallel to the path of the river, about two miles, we put the van in front of the coast.

Someone came from last year to place a rod in hand.

We approach stealthy and three trout patrolling the well which was done in a small bay. One of us, ready, not thinking about the consequences of a steep coastline and more than three feet tall, cast your fly to the group. One of them, with abandon and without hesitation took the fly. The trout was ready to defend himself but the fisherman was not in the same conditions. After taking the fly, cut the "tippet" and provoke action almost comic surprise and caught the movements of our friend, the trout disappeared.

The silence that followed the explosion cut the air and the astonished eyes of all glances of uneasiness and in turn, joy. The fact promised us a good day of fishing. Germain and I decided to try in the vicinity of that place and others split to reach two known pools. The "Llao Llao", named for a cabin that was partially destroyed fishing haven surrounded by wonderful scenery and the famous resort of Bariloche Circuito Chico. The river bends here. Right on the side that runs the shelf widens and forms two water slides when cornering. On the left, reversed the water, form a bed of sand and stone that allows nearly half wading river. From there, two fishermen can access the slides and pools that form around them. When we arrived, after failing in the selected sites, Luis Jaime arched her body and the rod was almost at the end of his action. His figure, silhouetted in the river running in the background of snowcapped mountains and the blue sky, not having been seen many times, ceased to be beautiful. He brought it to him and helped him take Germain. It was a beautiful rainbow, which spent three kilos but that was over two kilos and a half, somewhat thin, but showing your body with the best colors of health. The finally released and we were left with that feeling so happy to have fished and to return naturally. We tested a while there, a sprint furious, provoked, when released the trout, the angler frustration that she had succeeded. We decided to go down to Panizza. There, three fishermen were installed and again when we arrived, one of them, Tito Fontan, shouting - I have the fifth - and down the ravine to see the business and enjoy the good morning. He was the hero of the day because he achieved in seven trout fishing day. Not all had that ability. We were two or three who were unable to get any and I, particularly, I could not, despite my efforts and my fatigue have a single founder.

We went to lunch a spectacular barbecue we had prepared the friends of the Corcovado Fishing Club. The anecdotes that occurred as river overflowing waterfalls past experiences. At five in the later decide to return once again to Rio.

We had left "The Panizza" for which we had not seen any trout. I appreciated the gesture but not my role. I took it without complaint. No luck or the ability to realize the fishing and went to another site as I do not know their names, if any, will call the Islands. The river bends and swivels made a series of slides that are low disordered between islands that block the natural path of flow.

Separate walk there. Germain in a beautiful slide that stretched along the side of one of them achieved a sprint. Brings down the middle of the stream which, allied with life, does not want the trout to be caught. The good rod, threaded fly Germain and expertise give us the pleasure of another Rainbow almost identical to the one we filmed first. It was more complex to pull it and photograph it. The pale gray evening, once again, the gleam of a great river in Patagonia.

El Corcovado in its upper part is a big river that has to be known. The mouth of the lake and the second Bay are accessible places to fish them. The river was very fast. Its coastline can not easily cast, but if you find a place to throw down and flies, trout lurk in Pozón or slide within reach.

With each operation there is hope that one of these fish, strong and beautiful, take the fly and give us a few minutes of happiness that is not easily forget.

It is time for streamers and bottom lines or shooting line. I believe that the failure to obtain a pique, he had to do with my little sinking line for the ferocity of the current, not down enough in his short tour useful. Besides, I had in my box of flies that had helped take a little more depth to bring their own. The used successfully were weighted Woolly Bugger or bead head rubber legged dark olive green in four and hook Zonker Rabbit and the same color and on the same hook. All brilliantly. None used a computer less than six and I think it was good because the river and the size of the trout deserved that strength.

I fished the Corcovado Under knowing that if we drew a trout would be a miracle, but we know that when its channel is normalized, we can cross it without trouble. These were the rivers, which in reality is only one, we fish, but the area has other fantastic, with lakes teeming with trout that only have to wear them.

All in Corcovado, with the mayor at the head Raul Diez, who are going to make fishing in the area, is served and guided to never forget being in that nice corner of Chubut. The Fishing Club members are to assist and escort.
Germain Sanchez gersanchubut@yahoo.com.ar (Phonecam 02945-1568-8040), the only professional guide that we were, you can offer all services which require a good experience and honesty that will make your trip fishing in Corcovado unforgettable.