I was fishing with Henry of course Paul Ortiz and the guide - whose name saves my memory - in a wood boat with motor outside hut. The boat did not lend facilities and less comforts, but good… It was necessary to fish in that it was looked like a boat and there we were troleando (as it were accustomed in that then) around the Chupadero, in the own “Avenue Second” as it were called to him.

Few minutes before the key hour to stop the task and to go to salute and to entertain to the dedicated one, that in that occasion it was “Small” Don Orlich, I felt a slight resentment and thus I said it to the guide.I was troleando with a blue and silverplated spoon of greatest. The guide watched the cord and some did not see movement reason why mockingly it said to me “Is a trunk-fish” (With this it wanted to indicate that my spoon had touched one of the so many trunks or branches that abounded in that time).

I did not discard the idea of the trunk, but in my fever to begin to accumulate points, I said that she hoped to him and I tried to gather cord; but a single return was impossible then nor I could give the manigueta of the spool. I proved and nothing again… I closed clutch well and I made several efforts but it did not manage to gather cord. Something said to me that yes there was a “stuck tiny beast” and of course this one was not sábalo then already had jumped. I remained watching at the cord in the part fixedly that touched the water of the lagoon; in the little short while I noticed with great satisfaction that moved just a little bit; this also it could verify Henry Paul. The ratito my cord began to move slowly but it did not have forms some to gather. Then he gave beginning to a “stroll” in boat without motor, because it was the tiny beast that was hooked, the one in charge to save gasoline to us. Of aqyuí for there and there for here in a great area of the Avenue Second.

As to the 45 minutes I managed to gather something of cord but with great difficulty. I continued in my efforts and finally after ten minutes additional, I managed to see my reinal and I said myself: “We are already going to discover this mystery” - Thus it was then did not take in showing cabezona black of Mero, a quite great one. As he were already ready to be embicherado, I said to him to the wineskin maker who took my boat hook and he removed it. The man obeyed but for astonishment and grief, my boat hook, in the part of iron that is introduced in the nutgalls, was opened as if it go one melcocha of the Coco to the sun. In addition, to complete the tragedy, I could contemplate like the spoon, with its only hook, was going away to loosen at any time. Henry Paul said to me:“You do not worry that I am going it to embicherar with mine…” and said and done, embicheró to the Mero one but now appeared another problem; how to put it to the boat to take it to the weight? It was happened to us to begin to balance the boat from a side to another one or as a sailor would say, of port to starboard. In one of those balances and when the side where she was Mero the almost full one of water, gritámos “Inside! …” and inside one went away but almost dragged. For me it was a monster and it was happy because it could participate in the classification of Other Species.

Enrumbado towards the town, where it was the weight. Hardly we arrived people noticed what we brought and an uproar formed. In addition, a companion who had fished a Mero one of 40 pounds, took hold it and he hurled it to the river, then knew that in diverse species there is no second place… to esar it was not easy. The Roman, at least the one of then, could not give the weight of the Mero one because the needle was exceeded of the maximum. It was necessary to be photographed with “Trunk” and soon to cut it in two parts, to be able to weigh them separately. The result was that it weighed 228 pounds and of course I gained one pretty glass, yielded by the Center of New features.

Total: I did not participate in the toast but I had the taste to salute to Don Chico and of which it congratulated to me. I as for me thanked for the very valuable aid of Henry Paul… Moral: That there is “Trunk” are them, but estate in your case is better machete and is preferable to get to remove to a branch or a trunk that to leave goes away one good catch.
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Excellent story!
And like those they have to have many, of the old fishermen who enjoyed kindness of our waters of that then.
Are times those! As much in that the fishing was thus, like the times in which the old ones told those hasañas us that they did the mouth to us water.
We must rescue both. On the one hand, to fight to reestablish part of that good fishing which sometimes we had and by, to rescue those histories of the well-known fishermen who for some reason have moved away of the Club. Its participation by the transference of knowledge that can contribute and the motivation is important that can give the new fishermen to maintain the resource. I as for me, still conserve some units of a commemorative supplement to the 25 anniversary of the Club, that published in the Republic and which appear great personalities of the fishing doing Gallic of its abilities. It even appears if I am not mistaken, a one of those ceremonies of opening with some ex-president political figure or photo of then.
I will try to scan the supplement and to raise it so that it is to disposition of all you.