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| This article was first published in the May 2000 newsletter. With the addition of the photographs that Doug supplied me, I thought it was worthy of being repeated in the articles section. ed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| This my best fish from Rio Grande, a 25 pound hen. She didn't fight much, just big! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sky was so blue it hurt my eyes if I looked straight up without my sunglasses. A small black speck appeared over the distant snow covered peaks to the west. My mind was torn between the black speck in the sky and paying attention to my fly as it drifted through the area Carlos indicated as the 'posa dulce' or 'sweet spot'. A wrinkle in my sock had cut off the circulation to part of my right foot and the 44 degree water had my numb toes on the verge of pain. But I still wasn't ready to leave the run without a strike. But neither could I ignore the black speck as it continued to drift nearer and now I could tell it was a bird - a very large bird. It circled lazily, riding the thermals with nary a flap of it's huge wings. I forgot to breathe as I looked through my binoculars to confirm I'd accomplished one of my objectives on this trip - to see an Andean Condor. Even as far away as this one was, it's size and ownership of the sky was obvious. The thermals carried the condor within a few hundred meters before it drifted slowly away. I stood watching it in awe as my fly had long since drifted into the shallows and became hung up in the gravel. Ignoring my fly I watched the condor until it circled nearly out of sight. Then I stripped in my line as I waded down to retrieve my fly and get back to the business at hand. That business was catching the biggest sea run brown trout on the planet. The scene described above is one of my most vivid memories of Tierra del Fuego - that and a 13 pound 'plateado' which jumped 7 times and took line well into my backing. Then there was a little 2 pounder that seemed to freeze in silhouette as it arced up and over a size 18 Royal Wulff one rare afternoon when the ever-present wind was still. And lest I forget there were three sea run browns each over 20 pounds. Here's a selection of journal notes from my two week trip to southern Argentina and Tierra del Fuego. |
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| This is a 13 pound male from Rio Grande that jumped 7 times! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I joined three other blokes from around the Bay Area on this trip. I was undecided about going until my wife Rita convinced me by reminding me that if I didn't go I'd 'wonder about it for the rest of my life and she for one didn't want to listen to all that moaning and groaning'. A smart, lovely, and very understanding woman my wife. We started our trip with a week in the Santa Cruz Province of southern Argentina at a little lodge called Guer Aike, which means in the language of the indigenous Aonikenk "a grand and beautiful place to camp". Some people refer to it as Truch Aike - or place of the trout. From this estancia we had fishing access on the Rio Gallegos and on the Rio Gallegos Chico. An Italian fellow named Maximo tells us he caught a couple very nice Fontinalis on the Rio Gallegos Chico. We had a European style breakfast each day and an excellent dinner served family style each night in the lodge. Our guide the first couple of days was a young lad named Carlos - formerly Carlito. He guided at Truch Aike for 9 years before becoming a surgeon in Buenos Aires. He now works 7 days a week for 11 months of the year and then takes off a month for fishing. We couldn't believe he would give up two of his hard-earned vacation days to guide a bunch of Yanks around. The Argentines are one of the most hospitable, caring people I have ever met and we had a great time. The fellow who replaced Carlos was named Hugo and he was the Chief Fish and Game Officer for that region. When one of the other F&G Officers stopped us all we had to do was mention Hugo and they immediately said 'perdoneme y buenos suerte'. We used 8 weights with either floating or sink tip lines depending upon the river depth and flow. Flies ranged from size 2 & 4 woolly buggers to size 10 caddis emerger style nymphs. We caught bright sea runs averaging around 7 - 8 pounds and quite a few smaller resident fish in the 3 to 4 pound range. According to Carlos the river record is 23 pounds. |
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| This my best fish from the Rio Gallegos - it went around 7 - 8 pounds but was a hot fish! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Since the airline that flew from Rio Gallegos to Rio Grande went out of business, we had planned to take a bus to Rio Grande. Unfortunately we discovered there is no bus from Rio Gallegos to Rio Grande. Lesson number one: make sure you confirm your travel plans with someone who lives there and really knows the ins-and-outs. We ended up paying Hugo's amigo $400 to drive us to Rio Grande, a trip of about 7 hours, including a 20 minutes ferry across the Straights of Magellen. Lesson number two: hire cars are few in that area and cost well over $150 per day. Arrange road transport as part of your package. We had to pass through Chile on our way to Rio Grande. As we exited the ferry on Tierra del Fuego, I noticed barbed wire fences and signs indicating minefields on both side of the roadway. These are remnants from earlier conflicts between the Argentines and Chileans. Lesson number three: bring a passport and let your driver do the talking. In the town of Rio Grande we stayed in a little hotel called La Posada de los Sauces. We were booked onto the section of the Rio Grande managed by Estancia Despedida. The bulk of the good fishing water on the Rio Grande runs through four estancias - Despedida, Jose Manendez, Maria Behety, and Kau Tapen. Farther upstream is Ted Turner's property but the water flow is too suspect to offer consistently good fishing up there. The owners of these estancias have carefully crafted a set of standards to manage the sea run brown trout fishery. They have involved the local peoples to educate them of the value of the fishery, and to ensure they have some access to reduce the amount of poaching. The effect of this management plan is that the average fish keeps getting bigger. Not many fisheries can make that claim! Our typical day went like this. We would breakfast from 7 to 8 am in the hotel. We had fresh squeezed orange juice, cereals, fruit, bacon and eggs to order, and cake. Not sure why cake was on the buffet but there it was. Our guides picked us up at 8am and drove us to the cabana recently built on the river. There, we'd change into waders, have one last cup of tea, discuss pools for the day, and then off we'd go. We fished two anglers per guide. We would fish one pool in the morning and another in the afternoon. At around noon we would break and return to the cabana for an excellent lunch prepared by our Argentine chef, Alberto. Then we were on our own until around 4 pm. Some took naps, some tied flies, Bob and I played cribbage. At 4 pm, the guides would appear and we'd head out for the evening fish. The wind died at dusk nearly every day and it was a magical time to fish. At around 9pm our guide would hint it was time to go and we'd return to the cabana. We left our rods, waders, and gear at the cabana and drove the 45 minutes back to the hotel. Dinner and the local wines were four star and the only negative was we ate around 11pm. Of course, for Argentines (and much of South America), this is their usual time to eat dinner. Needless to say, we got in our share of fishing. Lesson number four: control your enthusiasm and pace yourself so you don't bonk on day three and end up not being able to fish the entire week. Note: Despedida was building a new lodge next to the cabana that will be ready by next year. This will eliminate the 45 minute drive to / from town every day. Despedida has 14 pools within their boundaries so we never fished the same pool twice and most pools get a day of rest between days. Pools were typically over a hundred meters long so two anglers didn't often get in each others way. Regardless, it is important that both you and your angling partner discuss whether you want to fish fast or slow. To avoid combat flyfishing, develop a compromise plan if one of you likes to camp out in the head of the pool and the other likes to fish fast and work through the entire pool. We also ran into situations in which one angler caught fish in the head of the pool and the other caught diddly in the tail. Lesson number five: a little preliminary discussion about fishing styles and how and when you'll swap places helps alleviate any bad feelings when the pressure to catch that 20 pounder begins to build. |
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| The sunset is Rio Grande again! Each evening the wind died completely and it looked like this! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wind is the single aspect of the weather that can be absolutely relied upon. We had wind, sun, wind, rain, wind, snow, and mostly very calm evenings. Mornings were cool (some said cold), typically around 30 - 35 degrees. Water temperature ranged between 40 and 50 degrees. One day started bright and sunny but by lunch it clouded over and snowed horizontally. By 4pm when we headed back out it was beautiful again. Lesson number six: bring clothes you can layer; warm waders (neoprene or breathables with insulation underneath). One of the most useful pieces of clothing I had was a neck gaiter. These things are cheap (less than $3.00), pack small, and keep your neck warm, can be pulled up over your ears and hat, and even pulled all the way up around your chin to keep the entire lower half of your head warm. A must piece of clothing for southern Argentina. On the Rio Grande we used 8 weights with Type IV sink tips and Teeny 200 sinking lines. There were opportunities to use floating lines and I heard from another angler at one of the other lodges that she caught nice fish on dries that same week. I also recommend bringing a 6 weight as there may be opportunity to fish one of the smaller streams, either the Rio MacClellan or the Rio Menendez, with dry flies. There's a well stocked fly shop in Rio Grande but it is at least a 45 minute drive from any of the lodges so you'd have to make a special trip to visit it. The guides can sometimes pick up supplies for you while they are in town. Check out their web site at HYPERLINK "http//www.anglerstdf.com" . One last observation. While the fishing is all catch and release and the average fish is getting larger, there is one area anglers need to be concerned about and that is wading into the redds. Several of the pools my guide placed us in had redds. When I mentioned this to my guide he wasn't concerned in the least. The bottom of the Rio Grande is all gravel everywhere and as such is perfectly suited for the browns to make their redds. Obviously, when they're on the redds the fish are more aggressive and much easier to hook. Please be observant and if you are wading into the redds, back up, make longer casts or simply find another section of the pool in which to fish. There's plenty of fish so there's no need to destroy thousands of eggs by walking on them, even if your guide tells you it's okay. |
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