Floating the Rio Rivadavia and Rio Grande
After leaving Rio Pico by bad weather we managed to reach
these rivers that gave us good fishing
por:
Enrique Gómez
The reality of the day looking at Nilson was undoubtedly
harmful to fish, which we had planned. All the fantasies that go through before
leaving, what kind of flies to choose or use the situation where that which
flies carry or cane are the best, are lost to the simple power of nature in
action.
In this case, rainy weather and wind we had put too much value. Walter, a
supportive guide to all your fantasies, suggested we go to Esquel, where if this
weather continued, we could float the Rivadavia and the Great (Futaleufu) with
more possibilities.
In the morning we were determined to zoning. We would have to miss another half
day to travel, but this afternoon we would be floating the Rio Rivadavia. We
arrived in Esquel, we moved and after noon we began the fifty miles separating
the campsite Esquel front of Lake Rivadavia where bajaríamos the raft.
After driving all morning, settle in the cabin, getting there at last we were
camping in the lake with the person who moved the van at the end of the fleet.
This arrangement ensured that when we got there, late in the afternoon, the
trailer for the raft and the van would be waiting.
The muddy, solitary camping lake dotted with a soft, endless rain, low clouds
obscuring the landscape and the memory of the failure of the previous day could
not diminish our enthusiasm for fishing.
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The Rio Rivadavia.
Although we knew we had never floated as expectations increased.
We left the raft to the mouth of the river some few thousand feet from where we
started. In the mouth, taking the west coast, we begin with background lines and
streamers. Reed 5 and July with sinking line VI and I pole sinking line 6 and
III. The Fly directed by Walter, Bead Head Woolly Buggers olive green.
July put a black rubber legs and cock grizzly dyed olive green, orange and green
body with "bead head. I put something like that without the added orange in the
first part of the body. The raft had two seats rather high in the bow and stern
that turned into a delight to launch and fishing.
Such was the knowledge, travel and fishery potential of Walter, who showed us
where we would unerringly spades. The first quarter of the trail was a festival
of spades. What excited us most was the continuity and a pair of salmoncitos (Salmo
salar Sebago) neither July nor I had ever fish. The pieces ranged the six
hundred grams with some exceptions.
The system and the ease of fishing from a boat
made of each trout a pleasure. The fishing this day was even despite using
different sinking lines. Calculus, in this part of the trail, more than fifteen
piques by rod and a good number of successful pieces.
The river is squeezed between plant cell walls. Ñires, cypress, pine and
Araucaria several escort him on his way secular and persistent. On the west vera,
green rose, following the slope of the hill, toward the sky sad day. Beside
this, it was dark and vegetation in black shadow fell on the moving water.
It should be very beautiful to behold, from above, a pond with fishing in the
solitude of that tape turquoise. The gray raft reeling from its bed between the
dark edges of vegetation, showing the swirling lines in the air, adding to the
melancholy image of a day so sad.
For us already had justified the miles driven, fatigue, change of venue and any
effort we decided to try to float the Rio Rivadavia, but Walter and know us a
nice surprise in store at lunch.
Variables River
By halfway Walter stopped the raft in an area where the flow was down deep. The
bed of stones, similar and uniform, they were sharp while river flow seemed to
hurry while decreasing depth. It was an ideal site to test with nymphs and
indicator. Walter got out and walked slowly the river fordable clearly, to see
if he could see fish activity or stalking. After extensive observation followed
the march. Surely he saw what I expected and decided not to test in that area.
He pulled the boat in a place that is surely their customers regular stop for
lunch.
We ate some sandwiches and invited me to take the rod and test on an arm that
appeared behind us, parallel to the main channel. I refused to enjoy the
atmosphere, the sound of the river passing and a glass of good wine that I had
used.
Julie accepted the invitation,. A stream of black water and clear, no wider than
a narrow street, cutting the Mediterranean route. A log across it and an intense
vegetation was the backdrop for a dream scenario to have a sprint. Pull the fly
twenty or thirty inches from the trunk. You will have a sprint. He said.
July with the streamers coming threw the fly using altering the water for more
than a meter from the trunk through. A trout appeared as a ghost drawn to fly
the coup but then disappeared into the darkness of the shadows reflected.
A little closer. I said again.
Julio and paid much more attention in the draft
and the fly fell exactly in the right place. The trout like a bolt out of the
darkness and took the streamers before it sank. For us it was spectacular. Still
water, no complexity to place the fly, in a beautiful, never imagining that
pique possible.
After a brief struggle took Walter as a friend and posed with her with gratitude
and respect. Surely it was his wild mascot, which he expounded ever stopping to
lunch and she was always faithful, once again I had replied.
Walter satisfied by the provisions, Julio surprised by the catch and I regretted
not having left my glass of wine and have been the one who grasped the
opportunity with the trout. Captive of territoriality and exposed as a trained
fish had provided us with his discovery, an unbelievable moment.
After this brief rest followed the route laid down by the river to reach the
spot where the raft would climb. Got some more and we were satisfied catch a day
that had begun in Rio Pico where the weather had allowed us to fish in any of
the places we had planned.
The Rio Grande
It's a beautiful river. His tireless water is a blue transparency progresses.
Columns electricity giant invaders of intangibles, escorted him right where the
ferry went down the next day. They are partakers of the progress the Futaleufu
dam provides energy for the operation of such a flow.
When you march from Trevelin to other fishing destinations such as Lake Bagilt,
the Corinth, Laguna del Rosario, The Nanti Fall, Pico River, Corcovado all
excellent fishing destinations that belong to the area, you realize how close
and accessible is to reach the Great, perhaps the best fishing of all.
A gravel road that took us through town to the river without straying. Just a
few miles separate this Trevelin easy access to the Rio Grande. The descent of
the raft was a simple procedure for Walter. We start, once we reached the other
coast, a circuit that does not measure its route but it took us almost all day
to do it.
The recurring costs of willows and small islands showed that the river was high
and made it impossible to wade in most of the travel route. I always float,
except for lunch. July, this time, I tripled in earnings. He never stopped while
I take trout, biting his lip, celebrating each one that came from.
River had put a line shooting eleven meters and I could easily shoot with a
single cast. I never could master my line and therefore the presentation in the
water in my fly was imperfect. The sinking was Fast III and the height of the
river was slowly deepening. July fished with sinking line but VI and the results
were very good for him.
Not that these were the only reasons for the poor
result in my catch, but he won. Also when the other gets a trout after another
and one, just one snuggles up occasionally, lose concentration, not thinking and
sets the harmony necessary to optimize their resources.
Finally, the fishing was very good. Trout of no more than a kilo, but in amounts
that any fisherman seeks. In the morning my catches were enough to forget the
few that I could stick in the afternoon. Instead Julie never decreased the
intensity of spades obtained. I was really happy and when you're with a lifelong
partner, can not but rejoice every time he showed the boy smile for the
photograph trout.
We only use Streamers: Woolly Bugger with head and rubber feet, Matukas and
Rabbit in hooks 4 and 6. Recommended colors were olive green and black. They
fished with rods 6 and baselines. At day's end we saw a little May fly hatch
that lasted until we reached, indicating that perhaps we could have used dry
during the day. Next time.
We completed our opening, now we only go back to the experience of not having
surrendered to the weather, or the miles we had to go back to these two
wonderful fishing day. We floated the Rivadavia and the Grande with a guide who
helped us and held all that was met.
Conclusion.
Caring for those who know. Thanks to have followed the advice of Walter were
able to rescue two great days of fishing that had not been possible they have
not heard. Caulking will not achieve the goal to reconstruct the exit though, a
priori, seems too much effort. Floating the Rio Rivadavia, must be like walking
on the 9 de Julio Avenue where all the local guides show their rafts, but
professionalism in the river and the status of fisheries directed by Walter, we
planned to others, and I think that all fish if it respects and protects this
generous river.
We caught rainbow trout uninterrupted, some brown and a pair of salmoncitos.
It's a beautiful river with a personality. Encased in the changing landscape of
their lateral variations in the depth of her bed.
We fish with equipment 5, 6 and 7 with sinking lines 3 and 6. Pico do not use as
dry flies and had no chance with nymphs. We saw a little May fly hatch so we
guarantee that use of dry in the Rio Grande that day would have been effective
despite not having seen movements above.
Both rivers were more or less the same amount of Peak and trout caught.
The method was floating on the raft of Walter and releasing baselines with
several streamers. The colors, we might say as the most successful traditional
flies (Woolly Bugger, Matukas and rabbits) were olive green and black.
The most effective fly WB was a metal head and tail rubber feet and body with
olive green and red neck with ribbing bataraz cock hackle dyed olive green
evening was mortal of the Rio Grande. We have no experience on how to wade to
know if there Rivadavia because accesses to arrive but we went through perfectly
fordable places.
The large, slightly wider and mighty, the only time I did I caught him by the
side opposite Fording, which made it necessary for me to cross the other side.
Both teams used the same river, fishing the same methodology and almost the same
flies. The possibilities of failure do not have to do with the guidance,
experience and the defeat of the fleet.
Hopefully this story's enthusiastic help or allow you to decide for fly fishing
in the province of Chubut. It is a province with many variations in terms of
endearing fishing sites and if you really can take a guide to take them to float
the same rivers we did on this occasion, 'they will not forget fishing.
Services
Guide: Walter Ruiz
tpolibre@hotmail.com
TEL: 02945-450815
Mobile: 02944-1548-7657
Dir Regional Tourism
Undersecretary of Tourism and Protected Areas Chubut
Telephone contact: Natasha Paramosz (02945) 15684294
pasantesturismo@yahoo.com.ar
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Greetings.
Patricia Carzoglio
