What do you go after with a little 2/3 weight glass fly rod that you can put in a hip pocket?

How bout a 9 1/2 pound Peacock Bass! Man we gotta stock some of these around here. And they are fresh water fish!

Imagine, a 9 1/2 pound yellow perch on a fly rod.........Yeeeeee Haaaaaah!  Hang on!

 Hi all

Borrowed this from Wikipedia

Peacock bass is the common name in English for a group of closely related species oftropical, freshwater fish of the genus Cichla, native to the Amazon River basin of South America. They also inhabit the waters of Colombia, the Dominican Republic, Malaysia,Panama, Singapore, Venezuela and parts of the United States (Guam, Florida, Puerto Rico,Hawaii, and the United States Virgin Islands). Despite their name, these fish are cichlids, notbasses.

Sport fishermen have made these cichlids prized game fish for their fighting qualities, so much so that many travel agencies now arrange fishing trips to Brazil and Florida specifically to catch peacock bass.

Renowned American peacock bass fisherman and fishing author, Larry Larsen, refers to them as "freshwater bullies" due to their ferocious nature when hunting and their tendency to damage and sometimes destroy fishing gear when striking.

The most common techniques for catching these cichlids are similar to those for catching largemouth bass, with the notable exception that peacock bass usually will not strike artificial worms - a widely used lure among largemouth bass fisherman. In addition, fly fishing techniques, including lures such as poppers and large streamers, are becoming increasingly popular for catching them.

Despite their popularity among anglers, some naturalists have identified peacock bass as potential pests for causing ecological imbalances in some of their introduced areas.

Invasive species

Peacock bass introduction in the Rosana Reservoir and upper Paraná River, both in Brazil, resulted in a 95 percent decline in native fish density and 80 percent decline in richness in only two years.^[3]

I definately have way too much time on my hands....Time for me to get another hobby. 

We gotta liven up the hunting and fishing world. We keep losing more and more every year.

Now them Peacock Bass could be a good start. Once the boys get into em with fly rods they'll be ruined....I mean hooked fer life!

With that said, my life long dream is to have "rooters" go wild. Not them feral hogs they have down south, real tuskers, Russian Boars. Yah yah, they 'll get into the tulip patches, root up gardens, attack people on sight.  Ohhhhh how LOVELY!  We could open a company called Pig Busters and just tour around New England sparking them up, for a marginal fee of course. But seriously, there is not finer eating to be had on the planet than a Russian boar roast.

Your corespondent with one that attacked when I had a hot loaded 45 in a cross draw holster. Chops!

A while back when they had all the gun restrictions going into Canada I needed a rooter fix real bad and so booked into the Bauge Of Brigham up on the other side of Quebec. This was a bow hunt only place, cool.  We pulled in on a Sunday and there is no killin on the Lord's day so we just kicked back and checked the place out.

Place they had the breeders looked like Ft Knox. 3 inch solid steel bars all around the compound I happened to notice that about tailgate height there were a number of seriously bent bars. I looked at our host and said, "You Canadians don't drive so well huh?", as I pointed to the deformed bars. Oh that's not from the trucks, it's from the hogs. We alter the 13th chromosome which makes them very powerful and mean.  What???

The next day was rooter time. Those hogs were up on their game and did not want arrows getting stuck in them so they stayed out of range and away from tree stands.  After a few pigless hours slick Willy here happens to notice that hogs are coming out in one corner of a big glade. So I set back some 10 yards in the weeds and settled in. Couldn't have been 5 minutes I hear piggies rootin down the bunny trail!  Oh yahhhhh!

A motherin big bruiser toddles on by and I let one fly. At first it looked like a bacon shot. But as I watched the arrow fly the hog was moving faster than I had thought and by the time the broad head hit it nailed him square in the arse.  he went out about 40 meters, circled around a few times, and promptly fell over dead. Femoral artery I was thinking, nice shootin, just what I was aiming for

I puffed one down and gathered my bow and wandered over. Some 15 meters from the porker and he comes back to life, and dirt mean! He lowered his head and I knew what was coming next. Out in the open, no trees to climb, I'm screwed not thinks this ole US Army Green Beret as I had already formulated a plan. Hogs have no necks to speak of so they can't turn around fast.

The plan was to spread my legs at impact and let the pig through at which time I was going to set a new land speed record for the timber. It was a good plan, save the fact that the tusker was much wider than my legs would spread. My legs come out from under me and I did a face plant right on his back. When a man is on the back of a hog it goes into bucking bronco mode and I thought my chest was gonna cave in afore I pulled my knife out, all the time trying to dig my feet in and stop the freight train.

After some serious stabbing and carving on that pig I finally hit the heart. He squealed and liked to deafen me and dropped stone cold dead. I laid there on the SOB for some just a waitin for him to so much as twitch. Of a sudden I hear hysterical laughter. I looked up to see the same Canadian I had busted stones about driving trucks into the compound. He looks at me and sez "You American's hunt funny."

On another hunt, in another place, I was oogling over a timber wolf when I sense something next to me. I turned slowly to come eye to eye with a 400 pound Russian not more than 6 inches away, also watching the wolf! After cleaning my shorts I hauled off and bitch slapped that porker square on the nose and ducked behind a tree trying to get to my piece.  But that's another story to be savored another day.