And some more night shift to call it a day. A good day.

It is also a very tasty fish, said Peto. So we brought one home for a barbecue.

I hoped it will make a side dish next to the scizzling steaks,, but in fact it made a very tasty main dish!! The juicy meat had a unique flavour that I cannot explain but remembered in my watery mouth. In culinary value, Pira Pita beats Dorado 3-1.

Pira Pita, another indigenous fish of upper Parana, are too shy to hit big streamers. But as soon as I switched to the cicada fly, they started to show up.

Not as handsome as Dorado, yet its tall body produces impressive power and even acrobatics. A great game fish in its own right!!

I had neither tried nor heard of dry fly fishing for Dorado. And I was unsure if this vicious yet wary predator would come up to the surface for such modest meal.

But my God they do. Not just they do it, but they love it!! Even those reluctant fish that chases but refuses sunken muddler minnow, cannot resist the temptation of hapless bugs struggling on the surface!! Number of bites were so numerous, that the poorer hook up rate was easily compensated.

Dorado is much thicker compared with trout of the same length. They lack in speed and do not make long runs but the torque and stamina are remarkable.

to Upper Parana 3

Winds picked up in the late afternoon. Peto then suggested to try dry fly, a cicada fly.

Following Peto's suggestion, we went exploring a big shallow, hoping to find a cruising Dorado that we can sight cast to. This is a game possible only in certain limited places that has clean sandy river bed and on a sunny day.

We did see some Dorados busting the bait fish but they were shy of boat that day, calling off the party before we come in the casting range. We had a good time observing big catfish, fresh water rays, and bathing like kids in the end!

I was sweating in the heat of the day, but feeling quite well, getting used to the tropical heat.

So we just took some bathing break and carried on fishing - after enjoying that wonderful lunch in a shade, of course.

We motored the boat some 3kms up the Parana, and began drifting down, casting to the woody edges and weedy shades.

Day2. On the water at 6:30.

Precious few moments when the town enjoys nice cool breeze.