So when I was told I was going to explore a previously unfished-by outsiders like me, anyway-region on a tributary of the Rio Negro, that nobody had ever heard of, I asked myself, what would ol’ Jacques do? Well, I guarantee he wouldn’t have said “No thanks, it’s too hot and I don’t fish for bass.” I promised myself I would go on an adventure there too, someday. I can still see myself on the couch, when I was just a padawan, eyes bugging out, watching Jacques Cousteau, listening to him talk about his adventures in the Amazon, one of the most immense tropical wildernesses on Earth. I don’t pop frogs over lily pads, and I hate being hot.īut I have always wanted to see the Amazon, as long as I can remember. I’m a steelheader from the cold coastal rivers of the Pacific Northwest. I really wasn’t that excited to chase peacock bass. This article originally appeared in the Destinations special publication of Fly Fisherman magazine.
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