SO, a little background. I was introduced to fly fishing about 8 years ago by my graduate school mentor. Fast forward 7 years, i am finished with the degree and doc calls and send pics of this place called Jurassic Lake. Now we had talked about it before, kinda in jest, then he steps up and goes. Anyway, stories of sight fishing 20lb trout in a huge lake. Basically bone fishing for big freaking trout.
How much I ask.
I wish I hadn't.
Fast forward one more year and a krap load of wife begging.
I am stepping on a plane in San Jose on 12/1/10 to fly to Houston, Buenos Aires, then El Calafate. (keep in mind, my sons one year birthday is on 12/2/10!)
Land in Houston, meet up with Doc and the other 6 people going on the trip and have a few drinks and dinner. Board the plane to BA, I upgraded to an extra leg room seat (great idea) ordered 4 single malt Balvenie's. took a anxiety pill and was out like a light.
Next thing I know I am in BA.
We go to get the boarding passes to our plane from BA to El Calafate. I am third in line.
her - "no reservacion"
me - "si, reservacion, confirmacion."
her - "no reservacion"
me - ....this continues for about 5 minutes. apparently when you get a confrimation number and email and all the like, somtime they still charge you adn dont give you a seat.
WTF, I run to the ticket counter and ask for a ticket to el calafate. None available until later that day. Not a problem, we had a one day lay over there anyway before the drive in. I ask for standby. She gives it to me and run off.
I am in line and am able to get on the flight with the group for 560 bucks.
x2. (remember I already paid)
then I notice I fly into BA on the way back after my flight to houston leaves. NO BUENO!
I run all the damn way back and ask for the earlier flight.
her - "no, no seats"
me - "por favor por favor por favor"
her - "no"
me - "80 pesos"
her - "no)
me - "125 pesos"
her - " hmmmm, still no"
me - "150 pesos"
her - "ahh, a seat"
wheh, and only 35 bucks or so poorer.
We get to El Calafate and have a day to drink, shop, relax, BS, smoke cigars, drink, etc...., and now...
on 12/4 the bus to the lodge, Laguna Verde, picks us up. We are off for a 6 - 8 hour ride that isn't too bad until the last 6 hours of it, then it is hell. No, really, it is the last 4 hours. And it wouldn't even be that bad but god damn the argentinians drive like freaking race car drivers in buses. I think I pooped.
Ok, we get to the lodge, it is windy as hell. We fish the local laguna the first night and eat and drink WAY too much. Good argentinian Malbec. YUM.
Anyway, On with the pics. the lake was slow. I only sight fished to one fish, I was the only one in the group to sight fish to a lake fish and get it to eat. it was windy as hell. Like blow yer arse over into the water, happened at least twice to all of us windy.
fishing in the river felt like cheating. you see HUGE trout, stalk them, cast to them and they eat. The river is small, like crooked river size small with a bit higher gradient.
I chose to fish almost solely dries in the river. If the fished missed, you could literally hear their jaws chomp on air they are that big, they would sprint down river and try to eat the SOB again, often times with a vengeance.
Oh, and sags, just for the record, there is no such thing as sipping a mouse. They freaking annihilate it. Like an orca eating a small seal.
alright onto the pics. From meals, to cigars, to fish, to wind, to dead fish we used for caviar on the last night.IMGP0721
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