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Capt. Peacock’s Journal: I’m Free To Be A Slob

I’m a man of the old school definition through and through.

I drink.

I smoke cigars.

Fish.

Respect women.

Protect kids.

And am a slob.

I don’t make my bed, I leave dirty towels on the floor, and basically leave my bathroom counter looking like a war zone.

Again, I’m a man.

Of course living on a 145-foot luxury yacht with 24-hour maid service hasn’t exactly got me thinking I need to change my slovenly habits anytime soon.

This because Jan and Cleo have spoiled me rotten.  They wash and iron my clothing, clean my cabin, make my bed, and pretty much just pick up after me on a daily basis.  It’s a luxury to be sure.

And one that all guests on board enjoy.

Because nothing beats coming in after a hard day of fishing to find an exceptionally clean cabin with fresh towels and folded laundry waiting for you.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.

Capt. Peacock’s Journal: Garden Sheds

Peacock Bass Fishing, Amazon, Brazil’s Amazon, Capt. Peacock

The other day our yacht passed by a string of what looked like metal garden sheds on floats blazing in the sun. At first I thought this to be some sort of nomadic tribe that had recently received a gift from missionaries via the Home Depot or something like that but my guide and friend Blacky told me it was quite the opposite.  He told me they were floating cabins and that anglers, mostly Americans, pay to fish from them.

I was dumbfounded.

“Americans and other anglers pay to stay in those?”  I balked.  “They look like garden sheds.”

This, of course, prompted Blacky to ask, “What’s a garden shed?”

After I explained it to him, Blacky informed me that the cost to fish from these boxes was almost as much as it costs to fish with us.
Well, to each their own I suppose.
Me?
I’d rather shell out a few extra hundred bucks to stay on a 145-foot long yacht with my own 200 square-foot private cabin complete with en suite bathroom with hot and cold water shower that I don’t have to lean over in while I wash my hair.

And, call me spoiled, but I actually prefer to eat my executive chef prepared meal and drink selected wines and cocktails prepared by my barkeeps Chip and Dale, in a vast air conditioning dining room with a wait staff than, I don’t know, eat however you do when you’re staying in a garden shed.

I think most people would agree.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.

Capt. Peacock’s Journal: The Myth Of The Overfished River

Capt Peacock

Today I walked along one of the river’s thousands of glistening white sand beaches, cigar in hand and pondered the sheer vastness that is the Rio Negro.  Capt. Peacock fishes the part of this immenseness between the towns of Barcelos and Santa Isabel.  Think of this stretch of river as a 150-mile long main street of which there are thousands of off roads and smaller streets covering an expanse some 20 miles wide. This provides our guests with thousands upon thousands of miles to fish, an area no other outfitter in all of Brazil’s Amazon can reach because of logistics.

Other boats on the river just don’t have the ability travel these distances and because of this these outfitters sometimes act like kids on the playground, making up lies and telling tales.  And while addressing some of these falsehoods might be considered by some to be stooping to their level, I feel I have to at least say something every now and again.

The most recent lie I’ve heard upon the river deals with the main river being fished out. Well, of course, you’d say that if you couldn’t take your anglers to where we go. But aside from this is the fact that it makes no sense.  How can an area where we have instigated to be catch and release only be fished out?

It can’t.

How can an area where the Brazilian government forbids Peacock Bass of any size from being caught for commercial purposes (from Manaus all the way up to the Colombian border) be fished out?

Again, it can’t.

Let’s separate the Myth from the Reality, thanks to the environmental policies we began more than 10 years ago, there are probably more fish in the river than ever before.  Saying otherwise is just a case of sour grapes on the part of the outfitters who can’t fish there.

So let the naysayers say what they will about the river being fished out.

I know it to be a lie.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.

Capt. Peacock’s Journal: Standup Paddleboarding

Capt Peacock

When Leonardo told me we were going to start offering standup paddleboarding down here in Brazil’s Amazon, my first question was, “What the hell’s standup paddleboarding ?”

My second question was, “No seriously. What the hell’s standup paddleboarding?”
Leonardo explained it that standup paddleboarding involves an oversize surfboard-like-thing, a long paddle, and a person willing to stand on that board and paddle.
This activity supposedly get you closer to the water and is a unique way to experience and enjoy the river and the rainforest. It’s also one helluva of a workout.

Or so I’m told.

I’m not getting on one of those things.

But then I never get massages either.

Or go swimming with pink dolphins.

But lots of folks like that sort of thing so we offer them and a whole lot more.

And are the only folks in Brazil’s Amazon to do so.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.