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Just watched three Media Gringos fleeing an always very pleasant to ME at least, VETS and all, Argentina and into Chile, going straight through a piece of river I used to fish. Just what are you up to, fellas? I had sea-trout into the mid 20s on dry fly, nymph and streamer up there, camped in a little tent, with just the odd gaucho and rather more sheep and guanaco and one hot woman for company - and now you go and ruin once much-improved and -improving Anglo-Argentine relations for "Diddly Squat" (JerzaC owns a bit of the Cotwolds named D.S. - look it up). Seems to me that those lost-the-plot rock-throwing local, post-War wash-ups gave you more than just D.S., more like D.P.
You took on a highly civilized and sophisticated country and people, not your usual Third World "Let's do a slitty eye joke" sort of place, and paid the consequences.
Pity. Lovely region, with some sensational people and fishing (shouldn't have mentioned the latter, Paul ... okay ... "I know and caught NOTHING....".
You took on a highly civilized and sophisticated country and people, not your usual Third World "Let's do a slitty eye joke" sort of place, and paid the consequences.
Pity. Lovely region, with some sensational people and fishing (shouldn't have mentioned the latter, Paul ... okay ... "I know and caught NOTHING....".
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