- Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:36 pm
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I flew into San Jose on Friday and Dave (Sherwood, for the Mainers/Beaners in the crowd) picked me up at the airport. After a couple of hours sleep we headed north for Nicaragua and the Solentiname Islands. 5 hours in the car and 2 hours in a boat later, we arrived and unpacked
We fished early (another skunking), then 6 hours of travel time later we checked in to the cabinas and re-rigged with wire for the next day's trip. The machaca fishing was good enough to make us forget the Nicaraguan boondoggle, with fish up to 7lbs on poppers and flower flies (machaca are omnivores, and flowers/fruit that fall into the water from the overhanging trees are a large part of their diet). I was a bit skeptical about the flower flies at first, but they cast a whole lot easier than a popper, and the fish liked 'em just fine. We were considering another day of machaca fishing, but we caught wind of a rumored hot tarpon bite just up the road- neither one of us is terribly bright, so rather than stick with the sure bet, we decided to gamble on the tarpon. We arrived with about an hour of daylight left, and found a local to take us on a quick boat tour. To our utter amazement, the tarpon were there after all - some 200 miles upriver from the ocean. The heaviest rod I'd brought was a 10, figuring that the only tarpon fishing we were going to do was for babies in a coastal lagoon - these fish were a bit heavy for a 10, but I wasn't about to pass on the opportunity. We arranged for a rental boat for the next morning and with the help of Peter's outboard we were set be on the water before first light. Of course, in Costa Rica nothing is quite that simple, and it turned out that the boat was left on the far side of a farmer's cow pasture, and with cattle theft being a huge problem in Costa Rica right now, we were very nearly shot as cattle thieves. more to come...
Turns out the tap water is pumped directly from the lake, so even with the iodine there was no way I was drinking that shit - glad I picked up the bourbon. We hit it early the next morning, with high hopes after hearing how good things had been from the locals.
Unfortunately, those locals neglected to mention that the lake was up 6 feet from a very rainy couple of months, 2 weeks of solid rain had the visibility down to about 6" in the water- and to top it all off, everyone on the islands had recently taken to fishing with gill nets - killing everything in their path. That's what we get for going in blind. After a sunup to sundown skunking, we decided to cut and run- back to Costa Rica for a float trip after machaca. Only one problem - we'd lent the rental car to a local friend, who'd taken it back to San Jose. A few frantic phone calls later, Peter agreed to turn around and drive back to pick us up at the border in the morning- he was coming with us, and he was bringing his little outboard with him.We fished early (another skunking), then 6 hours of travel time later we checked in to the cabinas and re-rigged with wire for the next day's trip. The machaca fishing was good enough to make us forget the Nicaraguan boondoggle, with fish up to 7lbs on poppers and flower flies (machaca are omnivores, and flowers/fruit that fall into the water from the overhanging trees are a large part of their diet). I was a bit skeptical about the flower flies at first, but they cast a whole lot easier than a popper, and the fish liked 'em just fine. We were considering another day of machaca fishing, but we caught wind of a rumored hot tarpon bite just up the road- neither one of us is terribly bright, so rather than stick with the sure bet, we decided to gamble on the tarpon. We arrived with about an hour of daylight left, and found a local to take us on a quick boat tour. To our utter amazement, the tarpon were there after all - some 200 miles upriver from the ocean. The heaviest rod I'd brought was a 10, figuring that the only tarpon fishing we were going to do was for babies in a coastal lagoon - these fish were a bit heavy for a 10, but I wasn't about to pass on the opportunity. We arranged for a rental boat for the next morning and with the help of Peter's outboard we were set be on the water before first light. Of course, in Costa Rica nothing is quite that simple, and it turned out that the boat was left on the far side of a farmer's cow pasture, and with cattle theft being a huge problem in Costa Rica right now, we were very nearly shot as cattle thieves. more to come...
Last edited by Mattb on Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:17 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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