Day 7 began with a brief, heavy rain which turned into light showers on and off during the day. Such is not generally good for fishing. But the fact was, Mark had the biggest fish so far and that bugged me. I went without socks today and used some of Curt’s duct tape on my feet to deal …
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On Day 6 Bobby noticed I had blisters on my puffy left hand. Curt offered me some of his duct tape because Band-Aids were surely not going to stay on in the heat. I added duct tape to the list of things borrowed from the kindly Texans. As I left the dining cabin with the duct tape, …
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I woke to find my left arm and left hand were both puffy, and my elbow bruised all around my boo-boo. I figured if the puffiness continued up my body my head would explode in two days. Hm. At breakfast, Bibi shared the story of a fisherman who showed up one morning unable to wrap his hands around a coffee mug with one puffy hand and had …
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On the morning of Day 4 I noticed that my left hand was just a little puffed up, my elbow a little stiff, my ears sunburned. I took heart in the fact I wasn’t creaking and popped two aspirins with breakfast, which included eggs, ham, cheese and green peppers on a sesame seed bread. Quite tasty. We’re off …
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Day 2 ran into Day 3 because Mark got up four times in the night due to some silly stomach upset. At 6 a.m. we dragged our sleepy selves to the dining cabin in search of Imodium, which is something we always take with us on our travels . . . until this trip. We found Curt and Bobby in …
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Day 2 began with a 2 a.m. wake-up call in Portuguese which I responded to with something sort of like “Obrigado” which is Portuguese for thank you. We dressed in our fishing garb–lightweight shirts and zip-off pants pre-treated with insect repellent–and walked the quarter mile to the motel restaurant. There we were confronted with about six tables covered with food, including one …
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On January 31 Mark and I set out to catch peacock bass on the Amazon River because, well, someone has to catch peacock bass on the Amazon. We flew from Detroit to Miami, then from Miami to Manaus, Brazil. Manaus is in the bottom right of the map, below. Our destination is a river mislabeled the …
A few days ago, my local wildlife food store sent me an email offering in honor of National Squirrel Appreciation Day. I’d never heard of such a festive event, so I got online and learned that–according to the National Wildlife Federation– Squirrel Appreciation Day was started by Christy Hargrove, a wildlife rehabilitator from North Carolina. According to …
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The problem with having a good digital SLR camera is that sometimes it needs some TLC. Take mine–it’s a Nikon D300 and had a little dust-spec problem I was tired of trying to crop out of photos, and it needed a new rubber cover to replace the one that should be covering the input/output ports but instead …
I love the fall migration, because on fall weekends and evenings, I can look out in my backyard and I might just see something I don’t normally get to see. One evening last week, I saw this bird. In mere minutes, the bluebird was gone. Some people in Michigan see bluebirds year-round, but because I …