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

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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.

Capt. Peacock’s Journal: Exclusive Waters

Capt Peacock

As I sit here with a cigar in one hand and a caipirinha in the other, looking out over the Rio Negro, I can’t help but wonder where some people get the notion of “exclusive waters.”

You know what I’m talking about.

Some outfitter claims to have locked up part of the Amazon as their’s exclusively and says that there’s more fish there than anywhere else and folks buy into it.

Unfortunately, nothing could be further than the truth as there is no such thing as “exclusive waters” in the Amazon.

See the rivers in Brazil are just like the rivers in the US in that they are owned by the people. And as such, one or two people can’t just up and say, “This part’s mine.” That just wouldn’t fly and nobody would stand for it. Same thing in Brazil. An outfitter can’t claim that one section of river is his or his company’s. Sure that outfitter can say that they have “exclusive waters” but saying it don’t make it so.

Some outfitters promise that they have “exclusive waters” because they’ve made arrangements with the local Indians. While it’s true that arrangements can be made with the locals, none of these deals have anything to do with the river. They have to do with setting foot on that property.

Can you make an arrangement for that?


Think of it like this…

Nobody can come onto your property or in your house without your permission because you own them. If you wanted, you could charge people to step onto your property or charge someone to park a boat there but as for the area in front of your property – the area that you don’t own – well, you can’t charge somebody to use that because it’s not yours! What applies in regards to this hypothetical property is reality on the river in Brazil’s Amazon. You can’t charge somebody to use something you don’t own. Likewise you can’t make a deal for exclusive rights to a place with somebody that doesn’t own that place.

Again, you can say that you do but saying it don’t make it so.

As for where I fish…

I fish all over the Rio Negro…

And I catch the biggest Peacock Bass in all of Brazil’s Amazon.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.

Capt Peacock’s Journal: The Rainy Season

Capt Peacock Brazil's Amazon

It’s raining down here in Brazil’s Amazon.

Raining a lot.

This is, after all, the rainy season.

Still, there’s a certain beauty to these downpours.

I sit high on my porch overlooking the Rio Negro as every hour the water floods higher and higher and into the jungle allowing Peacock Bass and the other game fish we target to swim among the trees and gorge on fruit, nuts, and insects.   Despite this hectic and massive change, it will all come to an end in August when the rains cease and the water recedes back into the river proper.  And while I’m content to sit here with a cigar in one hand and a caipirinha in the other while watching the majesty of the rainy season from my porch, the rest of my crew is actually doing productive things.

Most of my guides are furthering their education, taking advanced English classes, tying jigs, or meeting with lure companies to talk about innovations in enticing Peacock Bass to strike. Chef Saul is trying new recipes and working with a new Chef in Manaus (look for a special announcement on that coming soon). Jan and Cleo are learning new techniques in order to give better massages while Sheldon and Célio are taking care of the logistics involved in premiering the new 145-foot Rio Negro Queen in September.  Sergey’s doing whatever Internet stuff needs to be done while our president Leonardo deals with the airlines to insure our customers get the best deals, arranging the delivery of our new fleet of 14 2016 Bass Tracker boats, two Grizzly bowfishing boats, and two pontoon party boats, and overseeing all of the aforementioned.
Oh who’m I kidding?
Leonardo’s probably up there in Texas counting the days until the McGregor / Diaz fight this summer. I doubt if anything else is truly on his mind.
I joke. I joke.

Leonardo’s pretty busy as is Gayne who writes up all the stuff that appears Online and in our print media.

All in all, everybody’s working but me. But that’s the way I like it. I need to do what I’m doing which is staying connected to the natural world here in Amazônia. After all, how else could I stay on top where the best fishing on the Rio Negro is?

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.