I have been fishing for the last couple of days on my way from Ushuaia to Rio Grande. First river I tried was a no-go, but on the second one (El Rio Ewan Brazo) I caught my first Patagonian brown. And just in time too; I hiked over thirty miles that day and had no food save for the fish when I got back to my camp. It was a beautiful day though with guanacos and foxes all around all the time, and a lot of missed strikes from big sea-run fish. Oh well.