We had two days in Puerto Varas and, as usual, Brook wanted to go fishing. Erin was more reluctant - fishing guides aren't cheap, Erin doesn't really fish, and there was a 100% chance of rain. But enthusiasm prevailed over logic and so we went. Carlos, our guide, picked us up at 8 AM and we were on the water by 10. Floating the Petrohue that morning, Brook took a couple of hours to figure out how to catch Patagonian trout, but eventually got the hang of it and was landing feisty rainbows and huge browns, sometimes in back-to-back casts. He lost as many as he landed, but a dozen or so trout and one sore shoulder later, he was a happy camper.
But that's not the half of it. On her first real fishing trip, Erin dutifully followed the guide's instructions, plying the deep water with a huge spinner in search of King Salmon. And, well, the pictures speak for themselves. One 15+ kilo salmon (which she hooked and landed alone, after a 20 minute fight) and a couple of very fat rainbows. She's not a convert yet, but a few more trips like that, and she might need her own fly rod in the near future...
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