Now that's a good looking bait!

It took two of us to haul him over the side

    I tossed my baited rig out into the middle of the 5 acre pool, letting it sink the 20 feet or so to the bottom.  I've never had a tremendous amount of the vaunted fisherman's patience, so necessary for outwaiting randomly opportunistic feeders.  So I was starting to fidget around, looking for a comfortable spot in the boat when I felt the line in my hand start to slide away, definitely faster than the little piranha could pull it.  I stripped line off my open bail, gave it 5 seconds, then closed the bail and cranked my rodtip down to the fish.  Standing now, I leaned into the hookset and was rewarded with the feel of a solid resistance.  Well, somebody was definitely home.
    Line began to peel off the Daiwa's drag.  Not blazingly fast, but steadily moving upstream.  Fifty yards later it stopped.  Well either this thing wasn't very big or it just didn't have much fight in it.  I began to pump the rod, regaining line, when I found out that I was wrong on both counts.  This thing just hadn't realized it was hooked!  It quickly took exception to my attempt at manhandling it.  Turning abruptly, it ran straight for the current, blowing right by me and steaming downstream like a freight train.  Now I knew I was tangling with a big, strong fish.
 

The author and his adversary.

    I watched, at first in admiration, then in growing concern as layers of line peeled off my spool.  I quickly realized that drifting blithely behind this steamroller was only going to get me spooled, and fast.  Before I could even shout, my guide had the motor running and the boat moving.  The gold bottom of my spool was glinting through the windings of line before I began to gain some back.
   The beast ran almost a quarter mile before he finally took a breather.  We were long out of the pool and well downriver.  I knew I couldn't let him rest, so once again I began lifting my rod and cranking it back down to regain line and keep pressure on the fish.  The big cat really hated this.  He took off again.  Now space was at a premium.  The river, swollen with recent rains, was normally about 75 yards wide here.  But where the banks used to be, the water coursed hundreds of yards through the trees and into the jungle.  The big cat headed back upriver, angling right toward the trees.  I knew that if he reached them, the fight would be over.
    This time I had the current and position in my favor.  Leading him steadily upriver and toward me, I was able to turn his head and keep him out of the jungle.  I began to feel him tire now.  Five minutes and several short runs later, my adversary sat below me, 20 feet under the boat.  Now what?  The relatively light pack rod definitely wasn't built to haul big brutes off the bottom.  Once again, the current came to my aid.  As the boat drifted downstream, the angle improved and suddenly the giant came into view.  "Holy S---!", I yelled.  I couldn't believe the size of him.  The catfish, on the other hand didn't seem quite as pleased as I was.  He must have seen something he didn't like, because he immediately sounded.
 

My daughter and our guide give the cat a lift.

     The next repetition of our meeting brought the big fish, exhausted, to the side of the boat.  I couldn't believe it!  I had done it!  A great surge of exhultation coursed through me as my guide and I heaved the glistening red, yellow and black fish into the boat.
    This was the first time I had ever heard a fish complain so loudly about being caught.  The big cat mixed deep, loud bass rumbling with sharp guttural grunts overlayed by a series of amazing clicks coming from the joints of his pectoral fins.  I suppose I would be complaining too, if subjected to the indignities of being weighed, measured and photographed in endless poses.  (He measured 52 inches from nose to tail, 37 inches in girth and an amazing 18 inches across his head.  He probably weighed about 75 pounds.)
    As my heart stopped pounding and my composure returned, I experienced the best moment of the whole adventure.  My daughter, who was my fishing partner, usually mercilessly outfishes me.  And then she cuts me no slack later when we recount our experiences.  This time, however, she congratulated me with an enthusiastic high five (and I could see an honest glint of respect in her eyes).
 

Brazil has to be considered the catfish capitol of the world!  No river system, anywhere in the world, is as rich in fish fauna as the Amazon basin.  It is estimated that over 2500 different species of fish occur in the Amazon.  The order Siluriformes, or catfish, is the second most diverse and probably the most spectacular group of Amazon species.  With 13 families, including about 1200 species, Amazon catfish account for almost half of all the catfish species in the world.  Ranging in size from the tiny, 2cm candiru to the gigantic, 3 meter long Brachyplatystoma,  or 'piraiba', these fishes occupy tremendously diverse ecological niches.  Some are bottom dwellers, some nocturnal.  Some are parasites and some are roving predators. Some are completely scaleless while others are heavily covered with bony armor plates.
 
 

FYI  Acute Angling is putting together a trip in the spring of 2000 to pursue the biggest of the giant Amazon catfish.  We'll take eight  adventurous souls into the heart of Amazonia in the rainy season, the best time to find the cats. Find out more about the trip or view a sample itinerary For more information about this fishing adventure, to speak with us, or to book a trip, contact us, Toll-free, at:   Paul Reiss at (866) 832-2987 E-Mail Paul Reiss, or:  Garry Reiss at (866) 431-1668 E-Mail Garry Reiss

    The dense, inaccessible Amazon jungles have kept many species from the prying eyes and curious observation of man, leaving the biological and ecological aspects of these siluriformes poorly known.  Many species are yet to be discovered.  The worldwide angling community has, as of this writing, seen nothing like these catfish.  Although Brazilian species are rapidly being included, the only Brazilian species initially listed in IGFA was the red-tailed catfish, the pirarara of this article, at 97 pounds  (that record is held by the famous Brazilian angler and author, Gilberto Fernandes).  Someone had better make room for another half-dozen Brazilian species ranging up to and well into the 100 pound plus category.  These giants all belong to the Family Pimelodidae.  I don't know how it will be possible to make room for the piraiba, the 300 plus pound monster that lurks in Amazon rivers.  The famous 111 pound blue cat caught in Tennessee's Wheeler Reservoir better move over for a cousin fully three times its size.  There are many angling records waiting to be set in Brazil.

    The big red-tail cat whetted my angling appetite for more and bigger catfish experiences.  We're now operating giant catfish safaris in spectacular jungle fisheries and  into the haunts of the giant piraiba.  We also stay very busy fighting big red-tails, tiger flatheads, or suribim (Psuedoplatystoma fasciatum), dourado (Brachyplatystoma flavicans), Jau (Paulicea lutkeni) and filhote (young piraiba, Brachyplatystoma filamentosum) all of which can tip the scales over 100 pounds.  Several other smaller but still impressive species such as piramutaba (Brachyplatystoma vaillantii), bandeira (Goslinia platynema) and piranambu (Pinirampus pinirampu) round out the lineup.