It's Friday and there apparently were many new guests arriving at the lodges around. Unlike the past few days when we saw few others, the river today was busy with, say, some 10 fishing boats here and there, including those from Diablo and Pira lodge. Interestingly, half of their clientele were spinning anglers.

Our perception that lures produces less bites than flies may stem from the fact the water here in the upper part is much clearer and the angling pressure much higher than downstream where fish would see by far fewer anglers and their lures.

Silence fills between the day and the night. As it cools down we develop a yearning for a glass of red wine. Great minds think alike, the fellow anglers began traveling home one by one. Thinking for a moment, we too decided to go home early - before those mosquitoes start their nightly party again.

Our week long quest in Corrientes rive thus came to an peaceful end. We packed up the rods and cruised slowly back home. With a deep sense of respect for the mighty wild wetland, which does not, and never will, belong to anyone.



- Back

Despite their widely publicized image as a villain they are actually placed in the lower part of the food chain. Small piranhas are easy snacks for the dorado and the catfish, and even fully grown adults make regular meals for the fish loving caimans.

All creatures in the wild gain their right to eat, by signing a contract accepting to be eaten.

Since coming over to this upper part of the river, the rate of hooking success improved dramatically. Unlike the hit & miss gamble where we could not predict how the fly gets bitten, here in this swing & turn fishing you can present the fly in a premeditated ways, inviting the fish on the well sighted fly & in a right angle.

Another thing that works in our favor is the fact the flyline is, at the time of the attack, mostly submerged and taut in the current. The fish would, reacting to the downwards pressure, dash upstream - which helps to move the hook point to the edge of the jaws' cartilage, where hook stays the best.

We found a scull of a Yacare.

Waterfront is where the boundary between life and death becomes the thinnest.

Day 4

Our last day at the Estancia El Dorado.

Seen off by the family of cows, we walked the usual short way down to the canal, where our boat was moored.