By Capt Peacock
I drank many a mojito while fishing with my old pal Hemingway in Cuba back in the day.
And even more when he came to fish with me here in the Amazon.
Those were great times.
Every now and again I like to have one of the staff whip me up a stiff mojito, grab a cigar, head up top of the boat to sit under the stars, and reminisce about our trips together. (more…)