My Agua Boa experience

Pablo – hey buddy!! Let me answer some of your question. All aspects of the trip were very good!! Two guys per boat with one guide poling – always plenty of ice – each person made their sandwiches in the morning for lunch / breakfast and dinner was very adequate.

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Two per room with ac – wifi at main lodge but not in room – do take your own liquor of choice – had plenty of wine like at lodges in Argentina/ accommodations certainly not as plush as lodges in Argentina but remember where you are.

We carried 8 and nine wt fly rods with good selection of streamers but don\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\’t 8-any names – huge swimming pool waist deep with wade up bar and hourdervs (sp)- you know bob and I like nice stuff and I have been lobbying to go back, logistics from US as all fly fishing destinations around the world are not easy.
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One more thing: sort of long getting there from USA – Miami then spend the night there- next morning fly to Manaus and required to spend the night there then fly to airstrip at agua boa. Probably next time could be Manaus for 2 nights.
Check this info about the river: The Agua Boa River is a small clear water river flowing over white sand. The river begins high in the Mocidade mountains to its confluence with the Branco river. It is flanked by upland forest, flood forest and savannah with all of its wildlife still intact. This combination of pristine and varied habitats makes for both
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The Agua Boa fishery revolves around lagoons, inland lakes, and the river channel. The Agua Boa is home to all three species of Peacock Bass – the Butterfly Peacock, the Spotted Peacock and the Temensis Peacock.
Me and my friends visit the Agua Boa Amazon Lodge strictly to sight fish for peacock bass, arowana, pacu and a host of other jungle species.
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There was another group with very skilled fly fishermen and they caught a good many fish – bob and I had one really superb day – we caught approximately – 15 total but four or so – 18lbers and several more 8-12 lbs. Yes! lunch is under shade on side of river, hammocks if you want. At lunch you might be hour or so boat ride from lodge – you know how fishing is – water level , clarity, weather but you should have a great time.
My best,
David West
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Patagonia’s Endless Summer with Andes Drifters

Fly fishing with our associated partners in North Patagonia, Andes Drifters, and his CEO and General manager Gustavo Hiebaum.­ News from last season…

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It turns out there is a cure for winter. The sky is blue. The sun is warm. Red stone cliffs rise above deep green water. Rolling hills covered in sage brush, or what looks like sage brush, roll uninterrupted as far as the eye can see. Twenty­inch brown trout rise out every green pocket to eat big bushy dry flies. It’s January and at home pipes are bursting in my basement.

I could swear I was in Montana. It looks so much like Montana. I didn’t expect that. Just like Montana summer, until you spot a group of llamas resting by the river or a snow covered volcano or a condor sailing like a pterodactyl overhead or your guide says something like, “give it to me please, the fly.”

IMG_GR_testimonials1438102816So much about Patagonia is familiar and so much strange. The language, the customs and the wildlife may seem strange, but rivers are rivers and trout, trout. My fly knows what to do here and it does it time and time again.

We float beautiful wild rivers and never see another boat. We fish long days. The sun is up late here, less than five­hundred miles from Antarctica. The water is so clear you can count the pebbles at the bottom of the deepest runs. The air is warm and sweet and even the fish seem to be carried away in the innocence of summer. I drink wine and eat dolce de leche as the crawlspace at home fills with water.

IMG_GR_testimonials1438008751At night we gather around a fire and watch a goat brown on a spit. We drink too much and sleep under the southern cross. I hear Crosby Stills and Nash singing “Southern Cross” in my head all week. The guides tell stories in Spanish long after I have drifted off. They are full of life and love of this land and these waters. It’s easy to imagine that it’s always summer here. That the pipes never freeze.

Patagonia with its red stag and giant birds, its wine and its chocolate, its classical guitars and tango dancers. This beautiful wild Montana of the south with its volcanos and its wind and its crazy, drunken Spanish stories and its wild, wild rivers and its hungry trout. The whole place feels like a fairy tale. Like something lost in time. Like a drunken story told in Spanish by a roaring fire.

IMG_GR_testimonials1438102854The whole week I feel like a high school kid who’s snuck into a college party. Like I’ll wake up somewhere else, somewhere cold and wet with awful work to do. I try to drink it in. I try to tell myself it’s real and it can last. I land one last big brown trout and we row off the river. I ride through the desert in a pickup truck. I take pills and I sleep on the plane. I wake up somewhere cold and wet, with awful work to do.

But I can’t stop thinking about Patagonia. I keep thinking about that politician from South Carolina who told everyone he was going to hike the Appalachian trail, disappeared to Argentina and fell in love with some beautiful dark­haired woman, burned his whole career and family to the ground. I think about that poor miserable bastard while I lay in the dirt of my crawl space in the cold and the wet and I want to be him so bad I could cry.

IMG_GR_testimonials1438102958In the end, the trip to Patagonia cost about the same as the plumbing. I think I’ll do it again next year. Not the plumbing.

Thanks Louis!

Gustavo Hiebaum -­ Andes Drifters

By Louis Cahill/ Gink & Gasoline

http://www.ginkandgasoline.com

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