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Espanol: Después de planear alg?n tiempo nuestro encuentro con Miguel, Mat?as y Wilfredo en Bariloche, all? est?bamos cargando los dos cataraf, dispuestos a bajar por el R?o Limay.Por mediados de Abril el Limay nos recibió con un fuert?simo viento oeste y durante un d?a completo lluvia, aumentando nuestras ganas de estar en el r?o desde las primeras horas de luz hasta los ?ltimos rayos de sol del d?a, deteniéndonos solo 40 minutos a almorzar.Estas condiciones clim?ticas son ideales en esta época del a?o, ya que las truchas est?n comenzando a ingresar desde el lago Nahuel Huapi hacia el r?o, pudiendo encontrar grandes tama?os que en otro momento del a?o es pr?cticamente imposible conseguir, si sumamos los fuertes vientos desde el lago y la baja presión con la lluvia, generaban el cóctel ideal que …

English: After some quick planning I met up with Miguel, Matias and Wilfredo inn Bariloche and we started loading two rafts to float the Rio Limay.As always in the middle of April the Limay greeted us with strong western winds and some full days of rain creating ideal fly fishing weather making us want to fish from the first light until the last ray of light left the sky, stopping only to eat just for a quick lunch. These climatic conditions are ideal for the migratory brown trout to make there annual run out of Lake Nahuel Huapi and into the Rio Limay. This is the best time for the possibility of catching a big brown trout, where as the rest of the legal season can be extremely challenging because the majority of fish are at the bottom of the lake hunkered down in the …

Espanol: est?bamos esperando y nos pod?amos hacer mas que pasarnos todo el d?a en el agua.Comenzamos realizando unos tiros en “La Boca”, a primera hora de la ma?ana y Mat?as obtuvo dos ejemplares incre?bles, muy plateadas, signo de que aun no han estado en el r?o el tiempo suficiente para tomar el caracter?stico tono marrón, con los primeros reflejos del sol que aun no sal?a, saciamos las primeras ansiedades, y comenzamos a cargar los coolers, las bolsas secas, todos los elementos para un buen campamento y hasta le?a que pudimos ir juntando. La idea era ir navegando hasta llegar a alg?n pozon, detenernos y pescarlos unos 30 o 40 minutos, y seguir r?o abajo en busca del próximo. Miguel y Mat?as conocen cada peque?o rincón de este r?o como la palma de sus manos!, lo cual es una gran ventaja ya que no perdimos tiempo en buscar los lugares mas convenientes, es un r?o terriblemente técnico, en donde la l?nea usada, la mosca elegida, o el tiro que uno sea capaz de realizar, hacen una gran diferencia, no entre pescar mas o pescar menos,… sino directamente entre pescar o no!. Luego de castear un d?a completo, el relax de un buen campamento y el calor de un fuego reflejando en nuestro rostro se hacen simplemente necesarios. Nunca faltan las comidas hechas en “el disco”, ni la bota de vino, ni los habanos, uno no necesita mas que eso para recuperar energ?as, mientras se habla de lo acontecido durante el d?a: los hermosos ejemplares que obtuvimos llenan nuestros recuerdos, las truchas que se nos escaparon, o que nos cortaron el tippet, y aquella que nos “escupió” las mosca, pasan a ser anécdotas infaltables en cada campamento, y dejan de tener ese sabor a perdida original para ser una parte mas de nuestro deporte favorito.Ya de vuelta en la ciudad nos quedaba un d?a antes de volver a nuestras rutinas, y elegimos con probar con un lago poco conocido a 2 horas y media de ascenso por la monta?a.7:30 AM, desayunando en el auto. 09:00 AM en la base de la monta?a. 11:30 AM, en un paisaje monumental, un peque?o lago rodeado de monta?as con sus picos nevados, ya la ultima hora de caminata fue por senderos con hielo y nieve. Para que negarlo,… est?bamos agotados! Hab?amos caminado a un muy buen ritmo, con las mochilas cargadas con nuestros belly boats, y para completar nuestro cansancio, estuvimos 1 hora! Intentando inflar los bellies con un inflador inservible, (nuevo y de buena marca, que no vale la pena nombrar), Wilfredo infló todo el suyo y mitad del m?o, con la boca! Solo a pulmón. Luego de esto ingresamos al agua a patalear por la costa de juncos, y lanzando pr?cticamente paralelo al ver?l, tratando de llegar al fondo con l?neas de 250 y 300 grains. Simplemente descomunal las piezas que obtuvimos! Hermosas Fontinallis, de un tama?o poco visto, como siempre esos deslumbrantes colores bien definidos y tan llamativos, Luego una marrón gigante de Wilfredo, que nos llenó de gritos y abrazos, como dos locos en medio de un para?so, y teniendo que tomar la dif?cil decisión de dejar de pescar y volver a caminar 2 horas y media nuevamente antes que caiga la noche, llegamos a la base alumbrando el sendero con nuestras linternas, y con enormes sonrisas que no pod?amos dejar de tener en nuestro rostros, ya totalmente cansados volvimos a Bariloche, con las mochilas cargadas de satisfacciones y recuerdos.Definitivamente, R?o Limay y sus alrededores siguen generando grandes d?as de pesca.

English: cold water. We started each day in the “La Boca” at first light and it was here that Matias caught some beautiful fresh platinum brown trout that had not yet changed color to match the bottom of the river. When the sun came up and starting blinding us it was over and time to load the coolers and dry bags and all the camping gear into the rafts. The idea was to use the rafts to access the pools and everyone fish each pool for 30 to 40 minutes from shore slowly while making our way down stream. Miguel and Matias know where each pool is like it’s the back of their hands, which gives us a huge advantage of not wasting time looking for productive pools. Although the river can be very technical and the slightest change of fly and fly line can make all the difference and at some times even change your life. It is a river that requires endless casts and patience and the ability to stay positive. The reward is somewhere in the water and therefore your fly must be in the water or you are out of the game. Miguel caught two really beautiful big fat female brown trout in the river and was smiling all day and just enjoying every moment on the water. After a full day casting and rowing we camped at one of the best spots in the world. An island, in the middle of the river. We were all looking forward to eating Miguel’s famous ‘Pollo el disco” while drinking wine from the Bota , and smoking amazing Cuban cigars. Man doesn’t need much more than this to regain his energy. Spending most of our time in front of the fire talking about the beautiful trout we caught and the ones we left for the next day. For me, it is the best way to get back to natures time and enjoy the great outdoors. The next day was just as incredible enjoying each stretch of the river. After the amazing camping trip we went back to Bariloche organized our stuff so that Wilfredo and I were prepared to go to a very unknown lake that you have to hike up a mountain two and half hours loaded to the gills with your belly boat and all your fly fishing gear. At 7:30 am we ate breakfast in the car driving on a one way dirt road to get to the access point. At 9:00 we arrive at the base of the mountain and start our upwards journey. At 11:30, I was in a little pain wishing I went to bed earlier, but enjoying the amazing mountains and scenery. Looking at fresh snow covered glaciar caps kept me moving and breathing the fresh cold alpine air and listening to the ice crack at my feet kept me alert. I still remember the my first view of the pristine lake nestled in the middle of an alpine meadow. We made it to the lake in great time we started to blow up the belly boats and the brand new expensive best pump my friend bought didn’t work and we wasted an hour trying to blow up one big belly boat and Wilfredo ended up having to blow up both belly boats at high altitude with his lungs getting the job done like a machine. Incredible! Here we are and now its time to fish. We get in the lake and Wilfredo was probably a little light headed, and we begin to kick and maintain a constant line fishing parallel to the shore casting into the tall grass and drop offs. We were extremely fortunate to have very little wind this day. We were using 250 to 300 grain sink tips and trying to get my big monster flies to the bottom. The first fish we caught was a monster brook trout that made the pain and cramps go away immediately and were howling like newborns to the fish gods. We both caught just incredible beautiful big brook trout with incredible deep rich colors illuminating the eyes like never before and Wilfredo caught a monster brown trout which was one of the best moments in my life. I will never forget seeing that fish come to hand like a jewel plucked of the bottom and then released back to its beautiful home. Once again, we were screaming with joy, although at the same time we realizing it was getting late and we have to make it back down the mountain before dark as the path can get very confusing and its pretty much a straight down journey. I must say it was a hike of glory and it felt like half the time as we warmed up at the bottom with some wine and celebrated another incredible journey into Patagonia’s outback.