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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.

Capt. Peacock’s Journal: The State Of Amazonas

Capt Peacock Amazonas Peacock Bass

It seems as though not a day goes by that someone doesn’t ask me how I stay so young looking being in the sun all day long. The answer to that is “sunscreen.”

Lots and lots of sunscreen.

Of course clean living, lots of cigars, and plenty of Brahma Chop beer also helps.

Another popular inquiry is, “Do you think there’s a Peacock Bass out there that’ll break 30 pounds?”

Yes. I’m sure of it.

And yet another question I get is, “Just how big is the Amazon?”

Well, that one’s a little more difficult to answer. If you’re asking about how big the area we fish is I’ll put it this way…We operate on the Rio Negro in Brazil’s Amazon, home of the largest Peacock Bass on the planet. This area is just a speck on the map of the state of Amazonas however as Amazonas is pretty darn big. How big? Well, to put in perspective consider that Amazonas is roughly twice the size of Texas.

Yep. It’s that big.

And most of it is unpopulated.

Capt Peacock Amazonas Brazil's Amazon

Think about it: Texas has roughly 30 million folks living within its borders. Amazonas has less than 4 million and half of those live in the capital city of Manaus. The rest are populated in towns and villages of less than 100 people. But what Amazonas lacks in population it makes up with true splendor. Consider this:

  • Amazonas is 98% rainforest which equates to over half of the planet’s rainforests.
  • More than 13 of all species in the world live in the Amazon Rainforest.
  • Amazonas is home to more than 40,000 plant species, 427 species of mammals, 1,300 of birds, 378 reptiles, and more than 400 amphibians.
  • More than 3,000 species of freshwater fishes are found in its waters.

Yes, Amazonas is a grand place and unlike anything else found on the planet. It truly is an Eden and one you’ll want to visit again and again.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.

Capt. Peacock’s Journal: The Legend Of Saci

Capt Peacock Saci In Brazil's Amazon

When something goes wrong in Brazil’s Amazon, just blame it on Saci.

At least that’s what the locals along the Rio Negro do.

You stepped on a nail?

It was Saci that put it there.

Lost your wallet?

It was Saci that took it.

You can’t find something?

Saci hid it from you.

A young girl in the village got pregnant by mysterious man in a top hat?

Saci…well, actually that one is usually blamed on a boto
For everything else however, blame it on Saci.

Saci (pronounced saˈsi), according to the locals, is a one-legged youngster of mixed blood with holes in the palm of his hands. He smokes a pipe and wears a red hat that gives him the power of teleportation and invisibility. It also allows him to turn into a dust devil.
Again, that’s with the locals tell me.
They also tell me that Saci’s red hat smells really, really horrible. When Saci turns invisible his hat and the glow of his piper remain visible. Saci can also turn himself into a bird known as the Matitaperê or Matita Pereira.

Saci’s not a mean person-elf-thing-whatever-the-hell-he-is. He just enjoys tormenting folks via annoying pranks.

As magic and elusive as he is, Saci can still be caught in a multitude of ways. Throwing a rosary at him just as he turns into a dust devil will do the trick. You can also capture him by dropping a knotted rope at his feet. Saci become so transfixed by the knots that he must stop to untie them. When he does is a good time to jump him.

Capt Peacock Saci

Throwing him in a bottle and plugging it with a cross-marked cork will also do the trick as will relieving him of his red hat which renders him powerless.

But, again, his hat is said to stink really bad.
Capturing Saci might get you a wish or two or it might cause him to curse you so try catching him at your own risk.

Me?

I think I’ll let him be.

I have no need for a one-legged man with holes in his hands even if he does possess magic powers.
I’ll stick to fishing for Peacock Bass.

That’s a lot more fun.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.