Some tribes considerate it a God.
Others a demon.
Some say it eats the living while others say only the dead.
Regardless, all know it as the “Mapinguary,” a name that loosely translates to “the roaring animal” or “the fetid beast.”
While accounts vary, from village to village up-and-down the Amazon most agree that mapinguary (pronounced ma-ping-wahr-EE) stands between 8 to 10 feet tall when on two legs and is something of a cross between a giant sloth from prehistoric times and a gorilla. Its thick matted fur is said to reek so bad that those who encounter it in the jungle become dizzy or hypnotized.
And that’s when the mapinguary strikes, taking natives into it its huge cavernous mouth that sits in a chest behind a carapace so thick it’s all but impervious to arrows or spears.
Or even bullets.
Don’t believe me?
But consider that every year scientist and fortune seekers venture deep into the interior looking for mapinguary. Even the New York Times did article on the possibility of the animal’s existence as recently as 2007.
Do I believe in mapinguary?
I’m not sure.
But until I come across one I’ll put my faith in what I know; that the best fishing on the planet is in the Amazon.
I know this because I know Amazônia.
I’m Capt Peacock.