That river I crossed it once and the horse almost suffocates to me…”, etc…, etc. We, therefore, whenever we made that route we went ahead to the commentaries of Quique to vacillate it, but it had a great sense of humor and I am sure that it enjoyed with ours “tequio”. Finally we arrived at Farm Blue Matting, property of the “historian” Jerry Thornhill and again emulating to Alberto Cortez, we went to the dining room. The Mrs. of Jerry is a super-cook. After the satiety, we gathered suitcases and packages and we went to the cabin that amiably offered Jerry to us. In five minutes we were ready with canes, spools, boxes of hooks, etc, and in clothes of “work”. We took leave of last and approaching the boat with some of the guides whom Jerry arranged.We lowered by to river until practically arriving AT the opening; there the guide said to us with face of very lawyer: “In that end a gringo removed to the last week 28 parguitos…” We already knew that it was to have to go to that “enchanted end” and after proving by but of half an hour without they pricked nor the mosquitos to us, hauling for another side. “They know what? There there is a channel where it is possible to be fished corvina…”, our guide insisted. Then to the channel to repeat history. Spent a good short while, it did not prick nor the sun.

Finally, after trolear about twenty minutes, we managed to fish six small parguitos, as of a it frees, and it exactly came the shining idea “in that hollow to the border of the river, is great a Grouper one. So that they do not prove to see if they remove it” It had not finished saying this when Quique was already using one of the parguitos like bait of its cane. The boat approached slowly and without making noise some… Quique threw its cane and few seconds later, gave a pull him and disappeared the parguito. “They pay attention what I said to them…” Insigne was ours guides.
“It proves with another snapper but with a heavy lie this time” We in time returned to take advantage of the tide and power to pass the mouth without greater danger, and to be in time (4,00 p.m.) where Jerry, to return to San Chepe, without the incomodidad to pass the Hill of the Death with Fog.

Without being very perspicaces, Mario Antonio and I noticed that Quique, in all the passage from Palmar to San jOse, almost nor spoke with the exception of saying “Bajémonos to take a coffee, with quesito of the Georgina” (A flavorful restaurant in the middle of the way). When arriving at San jOse, it stopped the car and it sentenced to us: “We must return soon because I am going away to prepare well to remove that “Grouper” condemned…” We did not know what to answer to him but we included/understood that its pride was extremely wounded and that therefore, was necessary to leave spent the days and to wait for a new occasion

Said and done. Quique made the changes necessary like that happens of third a second and to prove again. It did not finish throwing the cord to the water when it felt another pull that tried to stop, but the cord went away for inside of the hollow. It hauled with all its forces and clutch closed, but in vain. It returned to insist and the cord burst. Before this so clear evidence, we did not have left but that to admit that something had there had habre and that she had many vitamins. Three attempts were made more, but “as usual” it was failed in the paid attention objectives. Already without parguitos, with several burst cords and sunning to the pure displeased racket and more than everything for being won, we decided to return to Blue Matting, where “c. of c.” they waited for patacones giant, rice, frijoles and a good “steak to us”.

All this accompanied by cervecitas and good one talked with Jerry, that he always had interest subjects that to develop, because the man was “radio ham”; I believe that that says everything to it. Short, but substantial siesta and again “to the load”. We arrived until the mouth of the river but it was not in conditions that we could leave to the sea. Very to our misfortune we did not have left but that to afternoon trolear everything but with bad results.
On the following day we managed to pass the bandit sweeps and already in the sea we felt the three like the best fishermen of the planet. Tomorrow sunny, calm and “aplanchado” sea - as our colleague Celso Surroca says -. That day we had left in two boats with motor outside hut, one Mario Antonio and the guide; in the other Quique and I.

We were separated like one hundred meters of the others, when I saw that Mario Antonio conducted battle and this one was great because finished “sticking” its first fish guards. It fought it well. He was beautiful in color and weight. Soon we took several photos for the posterity… We followed in the fishing that to dessert was very good: wahoos, pargos, a fish hammer, two sailfish and several macarelas.

We in time returned to take advantage of the tide and power to pass the mouth without greater danger, and to be in time (4,00 p.m.) where Jerry, to return to San Chepe, without the incomodidad to pass the Hill of the Death with Fog.
Without being very perspicaces, Mario Antonio and I noticed that Quique, in all the passage from Palmar to San jOse, almost nor spoke with the exception of saying “Bajémonos to take a coffee, with quesito of the Georgina” (A flavorful restaurant in the middle of the way). When arriving at San jOse, it stopped the car and it sentenced to us: “We must return soon because I am going away to prepare well to remove that “Grouper” condemned…” We did not know what to answer to him but we included/understood that its pride was extremely wounded and that therefore, was necessary to leave spent the days and to wait for a new occasion

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The drop curtain lowers and it rises again…
Ready for the return to Blue Matting. The time of departure, the one of Alberto Cortez, Such chunches of always but to these added a box of regulating size, property of Quique.
What tenés there? - I asked.
They spent some seconds that practically sounded in my Casio. To Quique the eyes shone to him and with a malicious smile it said to us:
“They come so that they see what I take that carajo to him…”

The currency fell to us immediately and we realized of which carajo was Mr. Grouper glutton…
Like not leaving place to doubts and to satisfy its pride severely wounded, it opened the hump of its car, removed the mentioned box and as if prestidigitador outside famous, it was little by little opening it and it removed a spool with cord from nylon of 100 pounds, a chain like unblocking a car and a hook of slaughter that seemed hook, or was to the revez… By all means that we did not dare to give him jokes but that we encouraged it for its final battle, the hook really was great!
We left with “Radio Thousands” until the Hill of the Death and of there in ahead, Quique began to us to explain its plan of action. The seconds were done ether to us, because we wanted to see the outcome to us of this film of condition, Alfred type Hitchcock!

We greeted to Jerry and his lady; we had breakfast, we unpacked valises and empacamos bags, we prepared canes and still we had time to see as Quique prepared its “deadly weapon” with the aid of a spool Penn 4 zeros, with cord of 100 pounds, chain instead of reinal and hook type “Anchor”. We did not enter the boat but that we threw ourselves, we complied as better we could and with our hands, as if oars went we helped to outside hut of 15 horses. I believe that in the mind of Quique it was possible to be read “Advances vessel, advances, who this Grouperte hopes to me…”
After one hour, that to us became eternal to all, we descried the “key point”. There it was, so to speak “in he himself place and with the same people”. Quique, cane in ristre, ordered the guide to him:“Slowly, not to frighten it, because today it is going to be mine…”
In effect, we were approached slowly and when we were as to three meters of the residence of the Grouper one, Quique sent the cord in whose end it was the Pope-anzue it, with pargo red as of two pounds.
“I already have… This hauling the condemned hard…”
All happy ones by the skill of Quique, when we heard an unusual noise suddenly and the boat was immobilized…
What happened? What happened? , we asked all.
Soon we realized reality sad and terrible; in the urgency of the immediate capture of the Grouper one, Quique sent its deadly weapon with so bad luck that the reinal (chain of Titanic is ***reflxed mng) was entangled in the helix and up to here my history arrives, because the curses were eliminated by the censorship.
“The GREAT Grouper” Film of long filmed metraje entirely to colors in Costa Rica.