Behold my big plate of fried peacock bass!
Unfortunately, my cook Saul won’t let me tear into my eighth favorite snack or get me another cold beer until I finish this week’s fishing report.
“You told me not to let you e’start to drink until it was done.”
Why Saul chose today to actually listen to me is…well…beyond me and keeping me from my food and beverage so let’s get to it.
This past week saw more rain than usual and as result a lot of guests chose to hang out on the yacht eating, drinking, and having fun rather than heading out to fish. This, of course, dropped our numbers somewhat.
Still, the anglers that did head out pulled in some real brutes with several twenty plus pounders being landed.
One of my guests even landed this monster 23 pounder.
Now, if you will excuse me, I’m off to eat some peacock and drink some beer.
And by the way, if you haven’t made plans to head on down here to fish, you really should as the fishing will only improve as the season goes on.
I know this because I know Amazônia.
I’m Capt Peacock.
A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia