Piranha fishing full#

“If I had to do this for my every meal” I thought as I looked at the kingfisher, “I would probably starve to death within a day or two.” I drop my line to take pictures of the water, a cayman swimming towards me, and a kingfisher waiting in the trees to swoop down for his own prey. Time passes and my bad fishing instincts begin to kick in. I add a large chunk of meat, cow’s heart to be specific, to the hook at the end of my line and cast it gracefully into the moving waters. In shame I move along the river to a new spot, one that I believe would more likely be frequented by piranhas. But when I pull the fish from the water I see its flat stomach and its huge whiskers and come to the realization that I’ve caught a catfish, and not even a really big one. The water begins to flap and I cry out to the others nearby, warning them to get their cameras ready, bragging that we’ll be eating piranha for dinner. I struggle for a few seconds with a huge smile rung across my face.

Piranha fishing full#

I sense a slight tug to the tension of the line, then another followed by a full pull at my strength. I have only ever caught one fish in my life, and it doesn’t seem I’ll catch another today let alone one of the famous piranhas. My mind started to wander, as it always does when given the opportunity, and I started to fall under a category somewhere between bored and annoyed. After about ten minutes of standing on the banks of a slowly flowing river in the Pantanal my arms began to tire of holding the bamboo fishing rod over the water.