Category: Brook Trout

I’ve started getting the fever now that trout season is upon us once again here in Argentina. Browsing through some blogs, fishing forums and other sites, I’ve accumulated a few pictures from the last 10 days to share. Enjoy.

Río Perdicitas (Córdoba)

Río Perdicitas - Darío

Río Jaime

Río Jaime - Maxi

La Hornilla

Lago Exequiel Ramos Mejía - Picún Leufú - Neuquen

I’ve previously written about Trout and True Trout. The last post of this “trilogy” is about Char. For clarity, it will help us to keep in mind that scientist categorize the living world first by family, then genus, by species, and so on.

Char or Charr (genus: Salvelinus), are made up of over 60 species. I could write for a year if we tried to discuss each one, but then again, there are very few differences that the average guy would really care about among many of these species. Since I’m not interested in preparing you or myself for a PhD, we’ll just take a look at the most common species that I (here I go again) assume you have heard of.

Lake trout (Salvelinus namaycush) is a freshwater char—also called togues or mackinaw trout —are the largest of all trout. The normal maximum is about 60 pounds (27 kg), but some individuals weigh more than 100 pounds (45 kg). They are native only in the northern United States and Canada, but they have been introduced into cold lakes in Europe and South America (25% of all Lake trout are found in the province of Ontario, Canada). In the northern part of their range lake trout inhabit streams connected to lakes. Lake trout are gray, greenish-blue, or bronze, with pale spots on their bodies and fins. The female does not make a redd.

Trout Lake

In 2007, nearly 30 men and boys, all friends (same genus, most of them) and family (same species, although in some cases there may be reason to question if this is true) of mine, spent a week at Trout Lake in Canada. My godfather (yes, but he’s a good guy) was the master of catching Lake trout that week, but I must say I find Lake trout to be rather boring compared to other species of trout, let alone other fish. They’re generally down quite deep and you really just “still fish”, which isn’t the kind of “active” approach I like to take when fishing. My godfather was happy though, and as you probably know, if the Godfather isn’t happy, nobody is happy… 😉

By 1961, lake trout in the Great Lakes had been almost totally destroyed by the sea lamprey, which had entered the lakes after completion of the Welland Canal in 1829. Efforts to control the lamprey population met with some success, but trout are still killed in large numbers. Lake trout are regularly released from hatcheries into the lakes to replace those killed by lampreys.

Brook trout, native to the American coast from near the Arctic Circle to Georgia, have been introduced to suitable habitats in other parts of America and the Old World. These trout are olive-green or brown on the back, which is often marked with dark, wavy lines. The sides are mottled with pink or red spots surrounded by pale blue. At spawning time, the fins and bellies of males turn orange or red and the leading edge of each lower fin is white followed by black. Brook trout are also called speckled trout or squaretails. Sea-running varieties are often called salters. Brook trout weigh an average of 1 to 4 pounds (450 g to 1.8 kg), with record weights of about 14 pounds (6.4 kg).

Dolly Varden

Dolly Varden: note the small head and snake-like body.

Dolly Vardens, and Bull trout, used to be considered the same species, but in 1980 were separated. Bull trout are a threatened species in America. They range from Japan to Alaska and south to northern California, but are native to North America. Sea-running varieties are silvery with dark, wavy markings on the back. In mountain streams Dolly Vardens are spotted with red. Large lake-dwellers are silvery with yellow spots. The average weight in streams is generally less than one pound (450 g), while lake-dwellers and sea-runners often weigh more than 15 pounds (6.8 kg). Dolly Vardens feed on spawn and small fish, rodents, frogs, and birds, and are regarded as destructive to other trout and salmon. Bull trout can be differentiated from brook trout (S. fontinalis) by the absence of distinct spots on the dorsal fin, as well as yellow, orange, or salmon-colored spots on the back as opposed to red spots with blue haloes on the brook trout.

Bull trout identification

Bull trout lack the deeply forked tail fin of lake trout. Bull trout have been recorded measuring up to 103 centimetres (41 in) in length and weighing 32 pounds (14.5 kg).

If you want to learn more about these varieties of trout, and even other sub-species, it may be helpful in your research to know that trout belong to the family Salmonidae. (Since there are lots of “experts” out there, it’s easy to get confused since although they claim to be experts, their opinions differ… go figure!)

True trout are of the genus Salmo. The rainbow trout is O. mykiss; steelhead are Salmo gairdneri; the cutthroat, S. clarki; the brown, S. trutta; the golden, S. aguabonita. Chars are of the genus Salvelinus. The lake trout is Salvelinus namaycush; the brook, S. fontinalis; the Dolly Varden, S. malma.

Fontinalis del Lago Tromen - - Photo: Alfredo Romero

Fontinalis (Brook Trout) from Lake Tromen.

Caught by “Juanpi”

End of April 2009

Neuquen, Patagonia Argentina.

A while ago, I started a review of what I know about Trout, but since there are so many species (over 60) I’ll keep this focused on the basics and True Trout today and later we’ll review some species of Char. Here are some that you already know about, and maybe one or two you didn’t.

Future Monster

Rainbow trout are among the most popular game fish. Their natural range is from Alaska to Argentina, but they have been widely introduced in other localities. They are olive to greenish-blue above and silvery below with a prominent red or pink stripe along the side. Stream-dwellers have dark spots on the body, dorsal fins, and tail. Lake-dwellers usually have weak spots or none. Rainbow trout have been recorded weighing up to 50 pounds (22.5 kg)… although I don’t know anyone who’s caught a monster like that, but apparently it is true.


Steelheads are actually sea-running rainbow trout. They go out to sea when they are about a year old, returning upstream to spawn two to five years later. Steelheads have been monitored traveling 2,500 miles (4,000 km) from Adak in the Aleutian Islands to the Columbia River in Washington. While at sea they are colored like the lake-dwelling rainbows (sort of a opaque silvery color), but near spawning time they resemble stream-dwellers. They can weigh up to 35 pounds (16 kg). Now, this is the weird part because, here in Argentina, the Steelheads are usually much larger than the Rainbows. In fact, I would invert the weight estimates between Rainbow and Steelhead here.


Cutthroat trout get their name from a bright red streak on the throat. They are found in coastal streams from Alaska to northern California and in inland waters of the western United States and Canada. I’ve never heard of them here, but I’m checking with some guides I know in various provinces to be sure. Cutthroats in high mountain streams are often called spotted trout. Sea-running cutthroats enter the ocean when a year old and remain there a year or two before returning to coastal streams to spawn. Cutthroats average around 5 pounds (2.25 kg), but some attain a weight of 40 pounds (18 kg).

Big Brown

Brown trout are native to Europe from Iceland to the Mediterranean Sea, but have been successfully transplanted to other parts of the world. They are golden to greenish brown with darker brown or black spots on the sides, back, and dorsal fins. There is also a sprinkling of red or orange spots, with pale borders, on the upper sides. While fishing the Chimehuin River in the Province of Neuquén two years ago, we actually caught Browns there were both dark brown with orange spots and silvery browns, depending on how many days they had been coming into the river from Lake Huechulafquen (try not to choke on that name, although it might clear up some congestion trying). Apparently, the change in color has to do with the hormones that accompany breeding activity.

Brown just in from the lake. Note the difference in color.

Brown trout are difficult to catch because they are much more aggressive fighters and use the river current to their advantage. Some individuals grow to a weight of 40 pounds (18 kg), but the average brown trout caught in the United States weighs 4 to 7 pounds (1.8 to 3.2 kg), while I believe that the average Brown in Argentina is probably 20% larger.

Golden trout are beautifully colored fish found in mountain streams and lakes in California, Washington, Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. Again, I’m pretty certain there are no Golden trout in Argentina (although there are Golden Dorado… but that’s another story.) Golden trout, as you may have guessed are pure black… just kidding, actually they are gold in color with a pinkish stripe along the side and a golden or reddish-orange belly.

Golden Trout: Note the red and spots

The dorsal fin, tail, and upper part of the body have dark spots. Golden trout average one pound (450 g) or less, but some attain a weight of about 10 pounds (4.5 kg).

The nice thing about fishing for trout here in Argentina, is that you can’t always be sure what you’ll get. Many species share the same habitat, and compete in the same waters for survival. Depending on when each species is actively spawning or feeding, and depending on whether you are in the right place at the right time, you may catch several different trout in a single outing.

While taking a break from a 4×4 excursion through Mendoza’s Valle Hermoso, in 20 minutes I could three different varieties of trout. In fact, I’m sort of doubtful about one of them. I think it may have been a land-locked salmon, since it was so different from the other two. It was the first I caught that day, and I didn’t have my camera ready, but you can see from these pictures, that the second two trout were definitely different species. Now can you tell which is which?

Tierra del Fuego

Land of Fire

If you translate the caption of the picture of the picture to the left into Spanish you get… “Tierra del Fuego”.

If you know anything about fly fishing in Argentina, or if you don’t, you should start feeling a little fire start down in your belly right about now… but I’ll get back to this.

One of the great torturous things about fishing in Argentina is that there is more fishing to be done and more places to explore, than time to do it.

Like most fishermen, those that are addicts – and by that I mean someone who dreams about fishing when they sleep, always sees a break in the work schedule (even an hour or two) as a possible fishing opportunity, gets sweaty palms walking into a fly shop, or who’s heart starts to beat a little faster when catching a whiff of that aroma unique to tackle boxes; anyway, most fishing addicts have a list.

The list is made up of not just places to fish, but also species to fish for and even techniques and types of equipment,  and any number of things that are prioritized into the short, middle and long term foreseeable future. This list – which is basically a plan, is carried around with us so that when opportunity presents itself we’re ready to pounce – fills a space we carve out for life’s upcoming fishing experiences.

But sometimes, you can get stuck on one particular aspect of that list and forget about, or neglect other aspects. When that happens, you can lose the excitement of discovering something new and it might take an external push to get you to open your eyes and realize, “hey, that’s something new for my list!”

Sea Run Brown Trout

Sea-Run Brown

About two weeks ago, I got a call from a friend of mine at the Embassy asking me if I could help a couple of guys get some information on sea-run Brown trout in the Rio Irigoyen. “You bet!” I said and started working my network of blogs, bulletin boards, guides, lodges, friends (of course), fly fishermen and fly shops.

Since I haven’t been to Tierra del Fuego myself yet, it was a lot of fun discovering where to go, what to do and see, and also learning more about the sea-run Browns. Trout, sometimes called “salters”, which live in rivers that empty into the sea, may spend up to three months at sea in the spring, not straying more than a few kilometers from the river mouth. The fish return upstream to spawn in the late summer or autumn. This is not just a Brown Trout phenomenon, and even Brook Trout can exhibit this behavior. The reason everyone is crazy about Brown that go to sea is because of their growth capacity. If you’ve ever hooked a Brown, you know that it is probably the fiercest fighting trout species, and since it is one of the larger species of trout… well, you get the idea.

Santiago del Estero

Santiago del Estero

Around the same time that I got the call from Charlie at the Embassy, I also got together with my friend Jim for lunch. Now he’s the kind of guy that has done or knows something about just about everything. The one thing that he hasn’t done is to have gone fishing for Golden Dorado in the Argentine “Litoral” also known as Mesopotamia. So while we’re eating lunch Jim says that when he gets back from his next trip he wants to plan a trip with me to go after some Dorado. Now, I’m always up for Dorado (“tiger of the river”) since it is one of the greatest fishing freshwater fish around, but there is a problem… a big problem. Due to overfishing and a lack of preservation efforts in Mesopotamia (which is comprised of the provinces of Misiones, Entre Rios and Corrientes) there fewer and fewer Dorado and the catch sizes are smaller and smaller when you can find them. It’s really a shame.

However, this is good news for guides and lodges popping up to the west of the Mesopotamia in Santiago del Estero and Salta. The respective rivers in each province, Rio Dulce and Rio Juramento, still have Dorado’s in quantity and quality. (Are you on “q”?) Although conservation efforts are still not as good and enforcement not as tight as it probably should be, at least in these provinces there are mandatory catch-and-release policies.

So now Jim and I have another adventure on our “list”.

Rio Dulce

Rio Dulce

Going back and doing research on these fish, fishing habitats and regions of this beautiful country (which I’ll share in upcoming articles), I suddenly got out of my rut – which I hadn’t realized I was in – and was humbled once again by the beauty and diversity of this planet. I hope you’ll considering adding these adventures to your list. You won’t be disappointed. Now excuse me while I get my gear in order so I can get ready to enjoy a few adventures on MY list.

As you know, I am a widely traveled man. This allows me to corroborate the claim that a trip is always more or less illusory.

That there is nothing new under the sun, it is all one and the same in the end.

But also, and paradoxically allows me to ensure there is no reason to stop looking for the exotic, the new.

Indeed, the world is endless.

J. L. Borges.

Continued from Valle Hermoso, Part 1: Inedito 4×4

Rio Tardillo

Rio Tordillo

My first trip with Inedito 4×4 was as a co-pilot in the Grey Bumblebee as it was lovingly referred to by its owner, Raphael (Rapha). In fact, it was the maiden voyage of the the abejorro gris as we departed from Las Leñas, having come to the end of 222. The moment we’d all been anxiously waiting for started with the shifting of a small lever, that 98% of most SUV owners use 1% of the time, which engages the second differential to the drive train and thus gives traction to all four wheels. [insert your own off-road soundtrack please]

As the co-pilot you have a HUGE responsibility and play an essential role. It can be extremely hard to navigate a large, top-heavy, traction controlled, high-powered and sophisticated piece of equipment through rough mountain terrain. So, for the pilot, having extra sets of eyes can be a big help, but there is also the need to check the maps, configure the GPS, communicate via VHF radio… and it’s also nice to have someone to tune up the Manu Chao, pour the mate [that’s “maah-teh”] and hand you a cookie once in a while. Thus, you can understand why Rapha needed me along… Yes, I have skills.

Yerba Mate

Yerba Mate

We started out on ground that presented some light challenges, but we soon came to our first test upon entering the Valle Hermoso. Our first river crossing would be the Rio Tordillo.

Now, I’ve seen some off-roading shows on television and watched vehicles run through a stream or a small river, but this was nothing like that and these experienced off-roaders were pretty laid back for the time being. The group approached the Tordillo pretty calmly. In fact, three of the six vehicles were on the other side before I really noticed what we were about to do.

Anibal (Animal) was the first to cross. He was always out front like a big Great Dane taking its master out for a run walk, followed by Mariano (Mari-almond), then Pablo A. (A) with his co-pilot Pablo B. (B).

The next to cross was Christian, the Argentine-German-Parrilla Style Pizza Making-Dentist (The Mummy). [That’s a short story and a very funny picture for some other time…]

It was at this moment, during Christian’s crossing that I began to realize the water wasn’t running as shallow as I had originally thought, although what I saw of his crossing was really only the exit on the other side. So I began to think this might be a nice video opportunity as we splashed through the narrow river. I had been digging through my wet-bag [it gets wet, your stuff stays dry] for my Handycam and decided to run it up to Diego (The Gardener) whose co-pilot at the time was Marcelo, who everyone refers to as… well, Marcelo.

We watched Diego cross. “Hey, it’s kind of deep”, I thought. The thing I didn’t know yet was that Diego’s truck has had custom shocks and extensions installed to give it added height. Not like some monster truck, but a few inches anyway. Then Rapha tells me I should have my window down for additional weight. “What the heck does that mean?!!” I know from casting in chest deep water, that having the river enter your chest waders is not a good thing. But apparently, when the water is deep enough and the river strong enough to wash your vehicle down river, having the vehicle flood actually helps gain traction. Forget the fly rod, get the net!

Maiden Voyage

Maiden Voyage - or - A River Runs Through It

A short while later we were on the other side with some of the river pouring out onto the ground once I had opened my door. I slowly recovered from shock and realized the trip was going to be something I’d never forget and might require psychiatric therapy.

I was actually enjoying my initiation to this new outdoor activity very much, but I couldn’t help being preoccupied with the opportunity to test the first promising looking body of water.

As we continued on I kept checking that my fly-gear was easily accessible so as to waste no time in making my first presentation to an unsuspecting lake or river dweller. Marcelo, who had joined Rapha and me, picked up on my nervous excitement and started asking about specifics of fly fishing, and said he’d like to learn more. Earlier, the group had discussed where we would stop for lunch, and Laguna de Las Cargas was chosen as a good spot to enjoy scenery and give me a chance to wet my lines. So, I promised Marcelo I’ll set him up with a rod and we could both test our luck.

FINALLY! Anibal radioed back and said he’d found a beautiful spot on the edge of Las Cargas. Even he knew what I was thinking and told me to get my fly rod ready. I explained to Marcelo that I’d set him up with my new STH reel which had 200 grain sinking-shooting line. I thought it would be a little heavier and help him learn a roll cast and allow him to fish a little, but without requiring a lot of instruction for the time being. 

Find this location

Find this location

It was a gorgeous day, as were all of the days we spent in the “cordillera” of Mendoza. There were hardly any clouds against a light blue, high-altitude sky, and the soft wrinkled mountains surrounded Las Cargas like a hound dog napping in the sun.

Once we unloaded, Marcelo was buzzing around me as I quickly set up his line. He was grateful and kept bringing me slices of cheese and chorizo that the others were putting out for lunch. I could tell there were eyes on me and I felt like the center of attention. I began to think I’d better produce something, anything. I was on the spot. After all, this was my passion, and a chance to share what keeps me awake some nights in anticipation. It was time to do my thing.

Laguna de Las Cargas

Laguna de Las Cargas

Poor Marcelo. Looking back I realize I neglected an important rule among fishermen. He was so patient in waiting for me to get his line ready, show him a roll cast technique and thus introduce him to the sport. I really should have put my desire aside and dedicated the 40 minutes or so that we were there to his first attempts at fly fishing. Instead he got only a 5 minute lesson – hardly enough I’m sure.

...just a taste. I'll be back.

...just a taste. I'll be back.

In the end I came off looking great, catching three different species in 20 minutes. I even pulled out a Landlocked Salmon! This happened during the 5 minute lesson… While I was showing Marcelo how to cast, I turned to hand him the rod, and the rod… pulled back.

I give Marcelo credit for fishing the whole time we were at Las Cargas and throughout the trip. Unfortunately, Marcelo didn’t catch anything, while I felt a bit guilty and netted Rainbow and Brook trout  in addition to the earlier surprise catch.

Seriously, every time I think back now about the Laguna de Las Cargas I get a sense of “things unfinished”. A mouth watering lake only briefly tasted, flies untested on fish with lesser inhibitions, and the mentor that I wasn’t. [I owe you a real introduction Marcelo. I’ll make it up to you.]

Each day of our trip started at first light, after a night under a canopy of stars and below zero temperatures, with strong coffee and the emergence from sleeping bags, like the life cycle stage of a Mayfly entomology as it molts from aquatic form into winged adulthood.

Above Rio del Cobre

Above Rio del Cobre

The best adventures lay ahead of that first day. What the rest of the trip held in store for us was very similar to what keeps a fisherman returning to the water, regardless of the absence of luck from a previous experience. It’s the possibility of what could be waiting and what you might encounter. It’s also about enjoying the moment, the process, the experience that comes when you commit yourself to a challenge and to exploring new territory; not to mention the fantastic food and drink, indescribable scenery, complete disconnection from the outside world, and the hilarious antics of grown men with no limits and no supervision.

We continued on from Laguna de Las Cargas and over the next several days pushed our way up valleys and pulled each other out of rivers and marshes. At night the temperatures dropped blow freezing, and more than once confounded my plans to rise early from our campsite and fish for an hour or so before departing and continue our quest to reach Laguna Negra. The “Black Lagoon” was the quest of this trip and the reason we were out here in the first place.

Rio del Cobre

Rio del Cobre

The group had approached the lagoon from the south a year earlier without success. This year’s approach was from the north and would be through a narrow pass we suspected my be the gateway. This would be the challenge we’d face in the final two days. In the meantime, I kept on hoping for more opportunities to fish or at the very least, identify the spots I planned to return to at  a later date.

One day of our trip was dedicated to hiking the Peteroa crater on foot.

This volcano erupted about 9 years or so ago, and you can still see ash that covered the area everywhere for several miles and the residents of the region were very nearly evacuated. The ash is in the rivers, its on the roads… and almost like a fine sand. You can see it in the picture below [Cierro Castillo]. The areas that look as if they may be covered with snow on the lower slopes, of Castillo, are actually covered with ash.

The total hiking time, up and down Peteroa, was over 6 hours and a total of 24 kilometers. To give you an idea of how tough the hike was, Pablo A. literally hiked the soles of his shoes. That night we were camped near hot springs and I can tell you we were grateful for those nature thermal baths. They warmed our bones and soothed our aching feet.

Finally on the next to last day we reached the pass which would hopefully lead us southward to Laguna Negra. At this section of the journey we were close to the Chilean border. When we arrived at our mountain pass, there was a construction crew at work in the very entrance we had hoped to use. The Argentines are constructing a new road that will eventually connect to Chile and form a new border crossing point. We talked with the laborers and they were happy to let us pass through, but after a quick check on foot of the passageway we decided that is was in fact nearly impossible to manage.

La Cordillera de Mendoza

Cierro Castillo

If we proceeded on this course we would have to try and run straight up the bed of the stream at the base of the pass. However, the large rocks and uneven ground seemed too much to overcome so we decided to take a drive around the far right side of one of these large hills to see if we could find another pass.

Slowly we pushed up onto a rise with mountains to our backs and ahead of us. Off to the right we could see into Chile and the beautiful Laguna del Maule. Across a small valley was another even larger sierra. However, we thought we could see some tracks that must have been made by a vehicle of some kind, probably a 4×4 similar to ours. We started to think we might be in luck.

Anibal was immediately off testing different means of ascending the steep slopes. The trucks divided up and each tried different tracks, while a couple of us stayed back on the opposite slope and communicated, via radio, where we thought we could see an easier path to the top. We were at it for a couple of hours before we started to run out of daylight. We’d have to camp soon or we wouldn’t be able to see our way back down the mountain and nobody wanted to camp unprotected up in the wind and cold.

Anibal leads...

Anibal leads...

As it turned out that night was the coldest of the trip. I had decided to sleep without a tent after the first night in order to enjoy the canopy of stars that are indescribable at that altitude. During the night the temperature had bottomed out at -13o C. When I awoke, not only was my sleeping bag covered with frost, but the stream we’d camped next to, was covered with ice and stymied my hopes for fishing again.

We quickly had breakfast and packed up our gear. We’d spent our last night of camping. It was the last day of the trip and we all were hoping to reach Laguna Negra before heading to San Rafael where we would sleep in real beds before the long drive back to Buenos Aires.

We used the same strategy to find a good path up the mountain we had faced the night before. Two trucks stayed back and used binoculars and VHF to guide the trailblazers on the other side trying to find a gentle enough slope and firm ground. The ash and arid soil combine into a lightly packed sandy base which makes it really hard to climb. The team finally had to lower the tire pressure to about 10 lbs. which is what you’d do if you were driving on a beach, for example. This seemed to be a key ingredient among the many factors that contributed to our eventual success.

I was now riding shotgun to Christian in his Toyota Helux. After watching Anibal, Rapha and Mariano nearly make it to the top, only to be confounded in the last few meters, Chris and I took a path further off to the left were the first to finally break through and over, while appropriately accompanied by “The Great Gig in the Sky”.

The Ascent

The Ascent

The rest of the group eventually made it up as well. You can see the path in the picture here, and the last section which which is basically straight up was nothing but pure maxed-out horse power.

We still had very large and sharp rocks to navigate through at the top, and it was no small challenge. The results, however, were well worth it. Upon reaching the top we found two lakes down within separate canyons off each side of this three-sided mountain top. Although the side we had climbed up was rather steep, the other three sides of this mountain almost sheer vertical drops of between 300 and 500 meters.

The first lake we encountered was Laguna Guanaco in the bottom of a Grand Canyon-like expanse. The colors and contours of the canyon were amazing and the lake at the bottom contrasted sharply due to the minerals that washed down the canyon walls and gave it an opaque, emerald green-blue color. This lake was feeding the stream bed that we had originally considered using as a pass to Laguna Negra, but it was obvious from this vantage point that our choice to try a different approach had been a wise one.

Laguna Guanaco

Laguna Guanaco

Then we came upon a hidden lake which appeared to only be approachable on foot or by horseback from any side. In fact, one side of the lake had no coastline, but rather a mountain wall of what looked like sand rising hundreds of meters straight up. But unlike Laguna Guanaco, Cari Launa, was a gorgeous tropical blue and even from our height above the lake we could see straight to the bottom. Rapha and I both agreed that this lake would be logged into the GPS for a return visit to fish and scuba-dive.

We still had plenty of daylight, but our journey was now at an end. There was no way to possibly get beyond this mountain top. It was kind of bittersweet because we’d discovered these beautiful locations which we hadn’t known existed. They were the kind of sights that you only see a few times in a lifetime. We’d seen enough during the week to last a few lifetimes.

It was clear now that we wouldn’t reach Laguna Negra. It was obvious I wouldn’t have another chance to fish, and that my best fishing had been the very first afternoon of our voyage. But at this point I could hardly be disappointed. I’d spent a great week with a bunch of really good people and experienced things I’d never expected or imagined.

Cari Launa

Cari Launa

While Chris brought out the cold beer, I dove into his iPod and found some Manfred Mann to blare out over the surrounding peaks. We all had a sense of relief, accomplishment and exhilaration even though we hadn’t reached our intended destination. After all, it gave us an excuse for a future excursion in search of a new passage to Laguna Negra.

These 4×4 enthusiasts had unfinished business to go home, plan and prepare for, while I had a list of future hot spots and my own unfished business. I’ve already plotted the route to get back to all of these inviting waters including Cari Launa, although I may have to arrive on horseback… I may have acquired some of the knowledge and technique for this kind of overland travel, but I’ll have to rely on my friends, when it comes to the equipment, for now.

These trips are always followed by a dinner and exchange of photographs and video. I’m really looking forward to seeing what unique shots some of the other guys must have taken. I couldn’t include all of the highlights or pictures in this post. I’ve thrown a few more pictures into the picture page of this blog. There are really too many things to share from the trip, but I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about a little at least… and maybe someday experience it for yourself.

Inedito 4x4 - 2009

Inedito 4x4 - 2009

What I’ve decided to leave you with is a video prepared by “B” (Pablo B.) which captures just about everything I’ve attempted to relate in this blog, except that he didn’t include any fishing, but I guess that part was up to me even if it was just a small part of this adventure. Anyway, it’s burned in my memory and has left me anxious to return.

The video is outstanding. I think you’ll understand why I am looking forward to the next trip which, by the way, is already in the works. OK, check your adrenaline and play the video…

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