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Trailer: Örretboms 4 – Jurassic Lake

Finanacial Times view on the most extreme sea trout fishing on the planet!

Check out what Financial Times  thinks about sea trout fishing at Las Buitreras

www.ft.com/patagonia

Seatrout dance from Buitreras

What can one say? You have to go down there and experience the fishing to truly understand what it’s all about.

Auktionen för att rädda laxen i Byske- och Kågeälv

Vi är mycket glada att kunna bidra med 6000,- till projektet “Rädda laxen i Byske- och Kågeälv”

Det var till slut Fredrik Lindquist från Stockholm som ropade in resan till Rio Gallegos. Då vi frågar om han innan auktionen startade hade planerat att bjuda på resan  säger Fredrik – det var ett infall, en sådan chans får man inte missa, och tillägger att det kommer att bli hans livs äventyr då han aldrig gjort något liknande tidigare.

Av en slump visar det sig att Fredrik är en mycket duktig fotograf varför vi, i sinom tid, säkert kommer att få se foto som visar Fredriks upplevelser från resan.

Stort grattis till ditt livs största fiskeäventyr!

The Battle of Beck’s Bank

In my last chronicle did I describe the amazing fishing in South America, in the river Rio Gallegos and how it was to live on Las Buitreras. A few weeks have passed since my arrival home and that’s why my memories have grown. This is when my biggest sea trout pops up, a really big one that without a doubt will grow even more in the upcoming years. But that’s of course not necessary, quite frankly, considering the fish was already a giant.

The interesting with the fishing spots was that every good place had its own name. Thus I became familiar with places such as Molino, where I caught my first sea trout, Little Corner, Norske bank, Loop Hole, Kitchen, Bridge Pool and many more interesting places. I think it’s nice to have name on the better places in a river. In Iceland they actually have signs on the side of the river on every good spot, especially in the Laxá on the north side of Island. To honor the day, my friends Henke Larsson, David Moore from Lancashire, England, and I got to hang out with the eminent guide Diego Peralta. I have a lot to thank Diego for, a man who really pedagogically taught me how to handle a slightly heavier rod in the different parts of the river. When the night came over us, had I even more reasons to thank the guide from Rio Gallegos. The guide put Henke and David on the same fishing spot and there after he continued with me further down the river in Becks Bank.

The river was running through a very flat landscape and because of that created a lot of interesting streams on the side. My spot were one of these, a relatively short stream that subsequently ran out in the big stream.

We wandered upstream to the place where the stream started to get powerful, looked through our flies, and shortly thereafter the guide chose a classic black streamer with rubber legs (Rubber Leg). During the trip I realized that this was the type of creation with the most success. It was very windy outside as usual, almost storm and that was irritating me, but later on I learned to handle it.

Diego showed me the technique and he couldn’t be clearer on the fact that for every throw make you take two steps forward. One throw, two steps forward and so on, through the whole stream.  The fly should land next to the opposite side, because the deep furrow happened to be there.  Another important thing was that every throw should be made in about 45 degrees from my body, this was great because it gave us an advantage because the wind made the fly go a couple of meters longer in every throw. Actually, there weren’t any problems with the throws and 20 meters was more than enough. A bit up the river, someone screamed out loud in the middle of everything so naturally Diego jumped into the jeep and took off.

After a few throws and steps, the stream started to come to an end. In the middle of the outlet, I saw a little grass covered cape that came out from the other side. In front of it there was a circle shaped spot of about 3 meter in diameter. Before my fly landed there, I remember thinking “it absolutely should be a trout there”.

Uproar is the best definition for the upcoming minutes. A gigantic fish with black and fearsome broad back immediately jumped up through the surface and rushed off with an amazing amount of my line, jumped again, rushed out in the main stream and jumped and rushed some more until my reel almost were empty. Diego were nowhere in sight. Now I had to handle the situation all alone. Once again did my new knowledge help me out, try to make the fish turn before it’s too late.

I tried to get over to the other side but I found myself standing in way too deep water. I could only do one more thing and that was to fight back. This move will either break me or make me, and I made it. After about 30 minutes the fish finally gave in, looking like a shady submarine on way too shallow water. I couldn’t believe it, I ran uphill all confused and was finally able to land the big fish. I threw my rod into the closest bush, ran back down to the river and lifted the fish up and I had to use both my hands because the fish was so broad?! Since Diego was nowhere to be found I quickly took some photos of the trout and slowly but safely carried the fish out into the river.

This is when the total emptiness and silence came over me, even though a couple of colorful and very graceful flamingos sang their songs in the sky. I fell asleep on the side of the river using my camera bag as a pillow.

What’s that, a horn? I sat back up, dazed and confused and there were Diego together with Henke and David alongside the car. I was excited to show them the photos of that big trout I just caught and Diego thought the fish weighed at least ten kilos.

I felt a warm and somewhat weird feeling when we slowly drove back, probably not because the fish was so big, but most likely because I had caught him all on my own.

Gunnar Westrin

Argentina is the dream of the big fishing adventure.

I have traveled the world quite a bit, always looking for the ultimate places to fish. But it’s been a while since I’ve been out on another fishing adventure, but I sure remember my three summers in Alaska, New Zealand, and Australia, including Tasmania, the powerful rainbow trout in Kamchatka and fishing after taimen in Mongolia. Not to bring up all my trips I’ve been on up here in the north, such as Norway, Finland and Iceland.

During the last couple of years people have started to talk more and more about sea trout fishing in Argentina, an exciting destination in the worldwide fishing. In the same “wave”, more and more people started to talk about the saltwater fishing in Middle America and Caribbean.

The fishing after sea trout in southern Argentina exists because of old plantings of trout the Englishmen did. The fish seems to like the rivers and today you can find the biggest and the most powerful sea trout right here.

When I sat down on the airplane in Luleå (-32C) did I not realize how big this actually was. We had to fly through Frankfurt but after that, we flew straight to Argentina, 14 hours up in the air before the pilot finally landed in Pistarinis international airport in Buenos Aires (+32C). After I had passed out on my hotel, NH Hotel Florida, in the central parts of the town, did I enter the small domestic plane that would take me on another multi-mile journey down to southern Argentina and the town Rio Gallegos. The town is placed on the east side just inside the Falkland Islands, not far from Tierra del Fuego, Magellan Straits and Rio Grande, Rio Grande is another famous river for sea trout.

I traveled alone but met up with my English and Swedish friends who really wanted to start fishing as soon as possible in the legendary river with the same as the town, Rio Gallegos.

The area is called Patagonia; it’s an old country that nowadays is Argentina and Chile. Patagonia has a romantic glow all over it, the huge mountains, powerful glacier, condors and a fertile but barren steppe which is called Pampas. It was on the Pampas we should spend all our time and be amazed. Six miles upstream from the airport were the very unique resort, named Las Buitreras located. Since it was my first time visiting the country I found it safe that everything was under the same roof:  the food, my room,the guides and my friends.

Every morning we had breakfast at 7:30 in the morning and started out fishing an hour later at 8:30. Our dinner was served at 1:30 in the afternoon and after that, every day, we took our siesta for a couple of hours and woke up from that at around 5 and fished up until the dark came over us around 10.

The camp had a couple of really talented and skilled guides from around the area. It was because of the guides I was able to catch such big fish, with a technique that I was not used to.

The main problem for a person from northern Sweden, who are used to fish with light rods and dry flies on calm water, was the wind. Later on I figured out that the wind was the number one factor for the fish to attack my fly. The trout had no protection except the wind, there are no trees around the river nor are there any bushes. It was, in other words, pretty much the same nature as in the land north of Kiruna.

It was the guide who drove the jeep all over the steppe and it was also the guide who showed me where the best places to fish were and what technique to use. I used a class 7-8 rod or an 8-9, a one-hand-rod with a fitting reel and we used a sinking line. The flies we used were streamers with rubber legs. The legs are waving back and forth while being in the water which is something the fish can’t resist.

I told the guides that I was a newbie to everything that had to do with heavier fly fishing, and my honesty seemed to make them happy. They taught me everything and suddenly I was able to throw 25 meters standing in half a storm. They told me how to handle the rod and how fast I should retrieve the streamer.

A few days after my arrival I was standing at a place called Molino. The technique was as always to make one throw and take two steps forward. That’s the technique you use when you fish your way through a certain area of the river. It’s the same way you fish salmon. What I remember from the fish attacking my streamer was that the surface exploded. Up from the water came something that I can only describe as a black bomb, jumping meter high jumps time after time before he rushed downstream. I had only experienced something this powerful once in my life before this and that was the king salmons up in Alaska, many years ago. I was laughing, crying and sweating all at the same time. The guide had his net ready, since his job right now was to catch my fish in there. He also took the measurements of the fish, length and weight. My first sea trout weighted 6 kilos and happened to be smallest one on the whole trip. Handshakes and fist pumps made it clear that I was now “one of the gang”, I was now a guy who could fish sea trout in half a storm. I was sitting in the back of the jeep singing the lines I was able to remember from the classic song “Don’t cry for me Argentina”. The guide looked at me in the mirror and smiled.

Gunnar Westrin.

Argentina Weekly – Week III

Argentina Weekly – Week III
Estancia Las Buitreras
by Claudio Martin

The arrival of good friends from the UK known to us as “The Baker Group” marked the beginning of our third week of season 2010. For Michael, Martin, David, Derek and Richard it was neither their first time, nor the second one… actually not even close to that.

(Burning Sky at Bridge Pool)

It was their 10 season on the Gallegos… quite a remarkable record and certainly much experience reached as a result of it. For Val, first time chasing silvers in south Argentina, the challenge didn’t look much as he started in his first session with a fresh 15 pounder out of Golfo, a large slow-water, fish-holding pool, where he happened to be after following Bakers usual “week rotation scheme” with Martin as the responsible one for arranging it that let them fish around in even number of sessions in the different beats as well as fishing with different partners equal number of times. Still sometimes the scheme didn’t really work, and mostly when some unknown person tricked the others by changing the real scheme for a fake one… confusion reigned in the room and arguments took place until the truth finally came out.

(Richard – Double Spey)

El Henrik (Pool) delivered, like it normally does, and this time in favor of Richard who managed to get not only a 21 pounder but also followed with an 18 pounder, both on Buitreras top secret fly (meaning a regular Bitch Creek nymph!).

(Chrome on the run)

By Monday noon there were already 20 sea trout caught and a big part of that had double figures… still things got tougher later on in the week making the group use all their experience plus the help of the guides team to figure out the best approach and how to succeed on this task. The wind didn’t make things any easier either, gusting up to 100+ km/h (60m/h – 28m/sec)

(David´s mean male machine)

In contrast to this the average size keeps rising and we hit new records. This Rugby ball-shaped fish are without any doubt feeding very well out in the sea. The best example was Mike’s biggest fish of the week, caught on a session when none of the other zones produced, pulling 22lbs on Juan Manuel’s scale.

(Mike´s 22pounder)

In addition to the fishing a very much anticipated event took place once again at the lodge: the guitar duel. Derek started the session with Animal’s “The House of the Rising Sun”, a Buitreras favorite, and kept amusing his friends and the staff with some great songs that we all followed and enjoyed. On the side of the locals Juan Manuel performed a part of his wide répertoire showing off once again his talent as singer.

(JuanMa lost in music)

Finally, our dear British friends topped it off by performing their own version of Eagle’s “Hotel California” for the staff, where phrases based on the few mishaps, the guides and kitchen team and words in Spanish like “pelado”(Spanish for baldie) got mixed up along the beat to make everyone laugh.

(Male Chromer)

We’ll be looking forward to next year to see our friends again casting flies out into the wind and singing along and playing guitar, maybe some of many things that make Las Buitreras a magic place.

(Estancia)

Claudio Martin – Las Buitreras Camp Manager

Number of Rods: 6

Total Nr of Fish: 48 sea trout

Top Rod: Richard Bright (UK) with 13 fish.

Top Pool: Upper Limit & Peso Ligero

Top Fly: Yellow Tummy #8 + Bitch Creek #8

Biggest Fish: 22lb (Michael Baker)

Average Size: 11,1lb

Rods Available!

Rods Available!
by Stephan Dombaj

“Close your eyes, feel the breeze in your face, the gras touching your fingertips, the heavy aroma of soil – born out of wind and fire. Let´s take a walk down the river and it´s endless colors. Listen to the spirit of Argentina…”

(Private Estancia Las Buitreras)

Chasing chrome, that´s what it´s all about. Prepare yourself for a lifetransforming fishing trip in the south of Patagonia where the strongest and meanest chromers are waiting for your fly. Be part of a breathtaking trip to the roots of our addiction. Check your schedule, then block your days off for 2010. These rods are still available:

13-20 feb – 2 rods
6-13 march – 4 rods
13-20 march – 2 rods
20-27 march – 2 rods
3-10 april – 4 rods

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