Las Pampas Lodge, Argentina

I’m a fan of slideshows, but I do get restless with them quickly. When I was asked to put together a photo slideshow I called Sean McCormick to spruce it up a little. Here are just a few of the many images from a recent trip to Argentina. It’s something a little different; perhaps you’ll like it.

A few of these small backcountry river systems have seen little anglers. The hikes can be quite long and somewhat grueling but all worth every step. One particular spring creek held 6 pound browns and was only 5 feet wide. Mouse patterns were very deadly in most of these types of areas. The fish were feisty and the eats were explosive. It was truly a fantastic trip, one I’ll never forget. I can’t wait to go back next year.

Motion Slideshow | Argentina 2013
Editor: Sean McCormick



Argentina | The Beginning: Sleep Deprived Oddities



Argentina | The Beginning: Sleep Deprived Oddities

Words and Photo: Bryan Gregson

There are many pipedream marvels and questions I ask myself when I travel. Friends and family are always curious and the interrogation begins. On this particular endeavor one question stood out: why would you leave one of the best trout waters on the planet to travel halfway around the globe to chase more trout? At first the query caught me off guard. It was a point of view I hadn’t given any thought on, until now.

Since I was a kid I’ve always fantasized about wild adventures in far-off lands. One might say I am a dreamer. This journey was no different. I envision jagged mountains towering above grand valley floors, eager wild fish, local food, and an learning from another part of the world though my camera. I also thought on a promise I made years ago, and a enormous beetle pattern.

It was summer of 2010 on the Henry’s Fork, a few traveling Argentines needed a place to crash-n-fish. My couch, floor space and fridge are always open to fellow wanderers. This time was no different, floor space occupied. The great thing about being a fisherman is no matter where you are in the world we have a common bond and we all are connected through fish. Talk of wild trout and our different waters rounded out the major conversation topics for the next few weeks. One evening I plucked a beetle pattern off a cheap wooden picture frame hanging on my wall. It was a ridiculously large size 2/0 beetle pattern to be precise. I asked half jokingly if a fish down there would eat this overly aggressive pattern. Without hesitation he replied, of course. I was a bit surprised with the answer. Instantly a seed was planted in my mind. All too soon the Argentine crew parted ways, continuing on their travels. I made a promise to come visit, one day I said, and I meant it. That was when I first met “Oggy”. And that was when I first started dreaming about the beetle.


3 years, 4-hours of driving, 2 airlines and three-quarters of the way through 29-hours of travel later, there I was in the middle of the night on an 8-hour layover in Miami. I was delirious and sitting sluggishly in a confined airport seat. I remember thinking I would’ve rather spent the extra few hundred bucks to still be home sleeping and not have this senseless flight schedule. Reality always hits, I’m a traveling photographer, who chases fish. Luxury bank accounts and first class tickets are not in the cards, so I get, layovers, and happily take every one of them.

I recall staring at a fluorescent chartreuse plastic luggage wrapping station and doubting if anyone really uses the hideous looking things. Subsequently I remember unexpectedly hoping my entire luggage arrives safely in one piece. I had just come from a whirlwind fall/winter workload and was running on fumes at this point. I was a bit off my rocker, but as always, that’s just how I like it. Nonetheless, I was hallucinating due to the lack of sleep but excited to meet up with the crew. I was too meet up with Bart and Dexter in Buenos Aries before heading off to explore remote Argentina. At this point those two where at home comfortably sleeping but will beat me to Buenos Aries. That’s what a great savings on airline tickets will do for you, happy midnight layovers.

The airport was quiet that night. The hallways were almost empty except for a few other random midnight travelers, who were all somehow sleeping. I found myself stuffed in a chair with the hard plastic edge of the headrest pressing firmly in the back of my skull, headphones in and hat over my eyes. I remember dreaming about the possibilities of a fish eating that oversized beetle over and over and over and over. On my sleepless vision quest I kept meticulously wondering if it was going to be a big smash ‘n grab, or a gently sip from underneath. I contemplated if it was going to be from the jaws of a giant brown trout or a feisty rainbow. I visualized how I was going to set the hook, how the fight might go. For hours on end I sorted though dozen of scenarios, intensely visualizing each one. I pondered on all the magical wonders I was about to photograph.

An 8-hour layover in the middle of the night while cramped in a chair too tired to sleep and too excited to rest creates a lot of inventive thinking and most of it I don’t even remember. However, I will always remember the fluorescent chartreuse plastic wrap station and the feeling of buoyant hope. I do know I never gave another thought to why I was leaving one of the best trout waters in the world to travel halfway around the globe to fish for more trout. I suppose personally it’s always been about the grand adventure good friends and the anticipation of the great unknown. Here we go…


“We’ll work it out” – Oggyism, March 2013


Spring 2013 Issue

I’m very excited to see one of my images on the new Spring 2013 cover of the The Drake Magazine!! It’s been a great publication for many years, one that I eagerly look forward too as both a fisherman and photographer. For me its a humbling honor for any of my images to make into print ,and making the cover has always been a lifetime goal of mine.

This image below is of good friend ,and phenomenal angler, Millie Jo Paini fishing her beloved Henry’s Fork river. It was a great hatch that day and both Mille and husband Rich were out doing what they both love to do, “play the game ” (dry fly fishing) on the famous Railroad ranch section. There are a few other goodies inside from BGP, including a little somethin’ somethin’ by friends Johnny Pares and Rita Rose Adams on dry fly bonefish from a recent trip to Casa and Playa Blanca in the Yucatan. The shot was very challenging for many reasons. It didn’t come easy and we spend days trying to get it. After dozens of hook-ups and we finally managed to get a few that really show the fully open mouth of a Bonefish trying to eat from the surface. It was one of the most amazing fly fishing experiences I’ve seen. I know I won’t look at bonefish the same way ever again. Rounding out the issue is buddy Tom Watkins over at the good ol’ TroutHunter freezing on the pages in the spectrum section. Nothing like a brisk mid-winters day of fishing on the Henry’s Fork. Huge thanks all the anglers for doing what you do and letting me document it with my camera, without you these images and adventures would never happen.

This issue is action packed, lots of solid content from some of the most talented writers and photographers in the industry. So head down to your local fly shop and grab a copy today, or better yet, get a subscription!.. hell, snag a shirt too.

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