K endjam Call of the Wild
Ramiro Badessich in the heart of southern Brazil’s uniquely clear and pristine Iriri River. Photo: Ken Morrish
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hen my wife Mia said that she wanted to join me on what was likely to be the wildest exploratory trip of my career, I was surprised, excited and a bit concerned. It was not going to be your average site-check, but rather a 65-km downriver camping expedition on an exceedingly remote tributary of the Amazon. In fact, it would be in the heart of one the largest remaining pieces of virgin rainforest in the world, the wild 12-million-acre Kayapo Native Reserve in southern Brazil. It promised to be a trip back in time with native peoples striped in body paint and light-tackle, clear-water sight fishing for a cast of exotic fish species akin to the cantina scene in Star Wars. We made a quick plan. My wife Mia would read River of Doubt, Teddy Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey and if after that she still wanted go, we would jump in together. And jump we did. Now this was by no means our own idea: to fly 3.5 hours over the vast cauliflowered canopy of the southern Amazon Basin and land in an exceedingly remote Kayapo village, mingle with the seemingly pre-contact tribespeople, and then descend another 3.5 hours by motorized canoe down a breathtakingly beautiful river to our first basecamp. It was the culmination of more than two years of research, negotiation and recon by
By Ken Morrish Rodrigo Salles and Marcelo Perez from Untamed Angling. Best known for bringing adventuresome fly fishers the blessing and beauty of the Tsimane dorado programs in Bolivia, they were now deep into the reapplication of their template in which semi-sovereign indigenous tribes partner with, and benefit from, a constructive yet limited inflow of intrepid fly anglers. In Tsimane, this approach had created a true sensation, resulting in what I consider the most interesting and rewarding new freshwater angling destination in decades. Here, many hours by open canoe downstream of the 100 painted and seemingly reclusive residents of Kendjam, they hoped that they could create something different but equally as special. Mia and I were two of a dozen-plus folks who were able to participate in a selective four-week exploratory season in which fly fishing professionals from three continents gave their honest opinion on the future potential of Untamed’s proposed “Kendjam” program. A bounty of key criteria were here: an unbroken indigenous culture; a huge, humbling tract of uncut rainforest; and a unique multi-species sight fishing experience on the poetically clear, boulder-strewn Iriri River. The Iriri was like no other known Amazon tributary, in that here, anglers armed with a 6 or 7-weight rod could sight cast poppers and