Venezuela fly fishing makes most people think of tailing bonefish on white pancake flats, or marlin and sailfish off La Guaira Bank. Uraima Falls on the other hand is little known, rarely visited, and hasn’t percolated into the consciousness of most fly fishers.
Cruising to the next flat, my guide Chico catches sight of a moving school of fish and whips the boat around to put me in perfect position to intercept them. I already have my line stripped out on the bow and I’m ready.
One of the things fly fishers are always looking for are moments of sublime greatness when it all comes together. “You should have been here yesterday” and “last week was off the charts” are all too common refrains. But perfect days do happen