Magazine Confluenze | fly fishing experience Number 8 Year 2 | Page 53

Text byTiziano Rizzotto
Photos byTiziano Rizzotto,
Campeche flyfishing tarpon bay.

Photo Campeche flyfishing tarpon bay

Your guide, sun baked face and uncertain
age, nods with a brilliant grin showing his
four golden teeth, when you tell him that
today you want to fish for tarpon.
He grumbles something incomprehensible,
perhaps the name of a place you’ll never remember. He leads you into a ghostly landscape in a maze of long narrow canals
among the lagoons, he goes on very slowly
with the engine at the minimum. Everything
around becomes silent, you hear only the
rustle of the wind on the mangroves, the
screetch of pink spatula and the guttural
sound of the tiger herons.Then, suddendly,
the narrow canal becomes wider and deeper
and opens itself into a huge hidden lagoon.
Everything seems motionless. The veiled
water becomes gin clear, maybe two meters
deep. You silently observe the surroundings
and prepare yourself to meet his majesty
the tarpon, and you are ready to cast. But
the mangroves shoreline is still far away.
Too far away.
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