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Mike guiding fly fishing in Patagonia Chile in the winter of 2007.
This kid could fish, he had a couple treble hook silver spoons he would sling out there and was whacking fish right out in front of the main lodge. There were large numbers of Cased Cad-dis, by I switched to a sculpin pattern after I saw him having such success right there. One thing you learn real quick when fishing new waters, this is not the Provo river. Obvious, but a guides home water and go to strategies are often only will take you so far when you 24 hours by plane from home.
Carlos Jr, with his first brown trout on a fly. Native to Patagonia, and now converted to the fly fishing and the fly rod..
When the sun goes down in Patagonia, the candles come out. It is a pretty great thing to go back in time.
The Golden Gate Bridge of Patagonia. Looks just like it! Being from San Francisco I thought that was pretty amazing and got a few good shots. To my left is a super market were we picked up supplies for the fly fishing excursion. While waiting I took my fly rod and decided to try a bit of fishing by the bridge for kicks. Armed with a 6 weight fly rod I walked over and began casting. I hooked into something which to this day I am not sure what type of fish it was as it snapped me off with in 30 seconds or so. Every time I see the photo of this Chilean bridge I think of that fish and wonder what might it have been... I guess we will never no, some things are best that way.
When the sun goes down in Patagonia, the candles come out. It is a pretty great thing to go back in time.
When the sun goes down in Patagonia, the candles come out. It is a pretty great thing to go back in time.
When the sun goes down in Patagonia, the candles come out. It is a pretty great thing to go back in time.
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