February 11, 2013
There’s only one thing worse than being sick on an exotic fishing trip – being sick on an exotic fishing trip without proper medicine in pouring rain. I’m sick as a dog. My throat is toast. My voice is gone. My sinus is clogged and I ache all over. I’m absolutely miserable. I may as well be in the jaws of a caiman.
Due to weight restrictions I eliminated a lot of things. One thing was Nightquil. Even though Coz gave me some Nightquil pills, I couldn’t sleep a wink. That’s why I heard the rain start at 2 AM. From 2 till our 5:30 AM breakfast the rain picked up to a level of downpour found only in a tropical rainforest.
At 5:30 I felt so bad I wanted to stay in bed. But I couldn’t. Today I was fishing with Brent Dawson – better known as Warpath as in Warpath Fly’s. Warpath has more energy than any person I’ve met in my life. His enthusiasm for fishing, fly tying and everything fun on Earth is amazing. My suffering body was going fishing in torrential rain hell.
Warpath rarely stops talking. As we left camp he was unfazed by the rain and I’m not sure he noticed I wasn’t responding to his jabber. We fished with a top guide today named Hymundo. Hymundo knows how to find big peacock bass and he was in fact the guide who put me on to my huge redtail catfish in December of 2011.
At the first stop he landed a beautiful 6lb butterfly peacock and later landed this 10lb peacock. Even with my sickness I enjoyed Warpath appreciating his big fish. It was a sight to behold! If I remember correctly we caught a few piranhas, picua, jacunda and some trahiras. I’m sad to say there are no other pictures because it down poured ALL day. Even my waterproof Pentax fogged up and was worthless.
There were a few other fantastic fish caught today. Here’s a uniquely speckled spotted peacock caught by Steve Eaton. Despite the rain everyone is having a blast. As the host that’s first and most important. I’ll get better as the week goes. It would be impossible to feel any worse than I did today. Bed time.