CHROME KING SALMON
Imagine a river where the salmon’s average size is substantially bigger than those on any river you know in Europe or the Eastern Canadian seaboard. Bigger on average than those of even Norway’s legendary Alta herself.
Imagine a remote, untouched valley where the glacier-studded scenery is as astonishing and as beautiful as anywhere on earth, with pristine forests and vast snow-capped mountains towering all around.
Imagine huge, chrome-silver salmon averaging over 30 pounds that often skyrocket into the clean, clear air before doing their best to empty your reel in little more than the time it takes to read this sentence.
Imagine a river that costs less for a full week than a day’s fishing on the Alta. A valley where you will see nobody but your team, your guides and the camp staff, and where you will be amongst the first to throw a line.
Imagine fishing that same river in the depths of the northern winter. While the rain and snow falls back home, the sun will shine and you will fish in shirtsleeves and drink not fortifying Scotch whisky but icy bottles of beer to celebrate your first thirty pounder.
This place really exists.
Deep in the heart of Chilean Patagonia, two glacially fed rivers cascade off of the high Andean ramparts before tumbling into the gleaming waters of the Pacific Ocean. The salmon that run them are not Atlantics, but Chinook salmon, and they absolutely dwarf most Atlantic Salmon in terms of their size and power.
The Chinook are regularly caught in many Chilean rivers with heavy-duty spinning gear, but as in Alaska & British Columbia, in most of the rivers that they have colonised, they colour up and lose condition before they reach waters narrow and shallow enough to make them a legitimate fly rod target.
Not here.
In this stunningly beautiful valley, they can be caught just a mile or two upstream of the tide, and when they are still ocean-bright and chrome, they pack a formidable punch.
This is Austral Kings.