We reached the Carcará fishing Club (which is 15 km of Januária) on 15 October 1993, intending to fish for about four days. My friend China has there a boat cabinado, and our intention was for the junk and the kitchen on the boat, and go down the river fishing. However, after lunch, we decided to go up the River to above the “black Crown”, what we’ve done around 4 P.M., and we stopped at a stretch of the left bank which has grass and ravine where water runs faster on a bed of gravel, with a depth of one-and-a-half to two metres.
Of the 4:30 until the 6 P.M., nothing special happened. It was just turning 6 hours and got a China boy (surubim) of about nine pounds, followed by two more, being the smallest with five kilos (this was released) and the largest calculated in thirteen pounds. I was fortunate enough to take a kid who weighed nearing the ten pounds. All this happened within less than half an hour! It was a happy surprise, since at that time San Francisco had been showing exhausted and tired of so much suffering the abuses that we fishermen miners met.
The fishing stop entirely after initial success, and by the 8:00 of the night we decided to go to sleep to descend the river the next day. So, after a good coffee and a slight prose with Liu, Manager of the Club, we boarded and we went down the River to below the third Island, fishing in the “jatobá”. We stayed that way, fishing with minhocuçu and with sarapó. The waters of the River were blue, entirely clean, and Chico was always wanted, without action. As the heat was angry, after we take a shower, I asked China to people looking for a fishing vessel closer to the ravine, and this change was positive, because I put a smaller hook in the water and ended up discovering a “point” of real sooty, where did my party while it lasted. As China is a fisherman just surubim and Dorado, it did not take long and he wanted to change fishing to going after the loangos. I had two separate from the larger albatrosses, and at least used to, in the mouth of the night, FRY our appetizer to accompany the cachaça of Januária.
The third day was also of little result, saved by a kid that China picked up around 7:30 of the night, with the boat stopped about four meters from the cliff. The fish gave a lot of work and tricked the China, which initially and the your weight in over thirty pounds. Calculate your weight between fifteen and sixteen pounds, because we couldn’t weigh it with our pliers, which only went up to 11 pounds.
Every night were of clear skies, and contemplate the spectacle of stars, with the pleasant temperature of the night, it was a blessing that only a fisherman know enjoy.
On the fourth day, at around 9:30 in the morning, we decided to go back to the Club, and after 1 hour we saw a few professional fishermen camped on one of the Islands. There, China decided to stop for a finger of prose. There were three fishermen: the first was a strong Crown, very nice and burned by the Sun, in whose smile lacked the two upper incisors. The short was the second fisherman, sitting, tilling the machete a paddle of those long, like Varejao. And on the edge of water, was a boy of his sixteen years, washing a container. China, with your heart-to-heart, soon grabbed of prose with elder, while I admired the work of the man who made the paddle. In no time we discovered that the fishery was weak for them too, and that just got picked up on a pacamãs network and a well grown older, pirá. Then China decided to buy two pacamãs to take to his mother, who liked this fish.
The negotiation of the fish, stretched on purpose by China, was very funny, and once complete, offered to fishermen a can of beer, which was promptly accepted by two younger. However, the old Nice, pointing to a bottle of “Red” that was in the corner of the boat, said: “If you don’t mind, I prefer that one”. I promptly offered the Whiskey, and he went to get a deep cut from pet bottle, these two liters, to serve as a glass, and stretched his arm, saying: “you can put at ease”. Serve him the equivalent of about three generous doses, and to my amazement he turned down his throat all content, and then popped the satisfaction the language, stating: “that’s good”. And it was there in the direct sun, and the temperature should be nearing 40 degrees.
We hope to see you again soon for fishermen and took the direction of the Club. Yes: for these and so many other good hours lived there, you never forget the old Chico and the Carcará.
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