It had been felt until then that the lures produced more bites, and of bigger fish. While that probably is the general tendency, flyfishing also has its advantages too - such as ability to hit the productive spots, pick up, and re-cast in seconds. You can do this without wasting time by working all the way through unproductive part of the river as you'd have to do with with spinning.

And when fished correctly, flyfishing does deliver big fish too. Gracias Marcelo!

While they are not the fastest swimmers, it is their sheer torque and aerial combats that make Dorado such a famed gamefish.

One funny event I recall well happened when I accidentally foul-hooked a Sabalo, a carp-like vegetarian fish. The Sabalo was 60cm or possibly bigger. As I was pulling this fish in, a dorado of about the same size fell on the Sabalo trying to biting him in half. They have no mercy when they hunt!

As many as the fish we lost, we learned lessons. And we even caught some nice fish, which altogether made our 3 days' sweat and effort worth thinking back for many years to come.

The sun was going down on the skyline west. And the light bugs started twinkling in the bush. Now, let's go back to celebrate, with a plate of smoking steaks, and over a glass of Argentinean wine.

- Back

The high activity continued well into the afternoon, keeping up the level of our enthusiasm high.

The key was 'attention to the details'. The tiniest of the riffles behind a sunken twig, or a smallest shadow cast by hanging leaves, could hide a big bad dorado.

The unwavering concentration to hit them pin-spot, and the painstaking hardwork to repeat it over, pays in the end.

A bit used to it by now, I gave a hard strike with my left hand. Then I realized, the power of this fish was a few notches above the rest so far. The line slashed the water several yards, before a furious gold leaped out in the air. ''Grande!! Tranquilo!!'' Yes, I see that's big, and you see it's not that easy to stay calm!!

It was fortunate there weren't many tricky submerged obstacles around. Using the rod's leverage in full, I managed to pull up the fish, still looking defiant, to the surface.

Luckily, we had several dorado strikes within the first hour and managed to land two. Though modest-sized at around 40cm, they were surely enough to cheer us up.

Dorados hold close to the covers. I mean very close. For instance, hitting 50cm from a rock is not close enough to induce a bite. We observed the similar tendency while fishing forTucunare in Amazon. Their hunting instincts fire up when they detect a target sandwiched between the cover and themselves. Missing the target by as much as 1meter greatly reduces the chance of an action, and you'd hear the encouraging cheer of Marcelo - Mas Cerca! (Closer!)

From the drifting and swirling boat, pinpoint bombing is not that easy. With the sun rising high we drifted on further downstream resisting the thought of a break. As I delivered the day's some 100th cast underneath a small bolder, a big slab of gold swirled to snatch my black muddler. A milli second later a violent shock ran through my body.

The Day 3 again dawned in brilliant blue sky. The dews that fell during the night were twinkling on the tips of the lawn grasses.

Taking a short walk after the breakfast, we admired an museum-perfect classic car. And its amazing she's so well kept perfectly fit for a run.

This was our last day at the lodge. Because we did not fish much yesterday, we went to the river with full of zest.