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Yes, that is me wearing an "Alaska Wilderness" shirt from prior explorations on glacial rivers braided around gravel esskays, and still flowing water despite a measured minus 4 degrees F. The arctic grayling fishing was great if you could get your fingers to move from the chill. That was then; this is now.
With the occasional mosquito about the only common link between these two rivers, I am being pushed up the Rio Ventuari in La Gran Sabana in Amazonas Territory Venezuela, with my friend Luis Arturo Ayala and one of each of our sons. The dugout is powered by an outboard, which we carried in with Luis' light twin plane, landed on a strip in the savanna. We have made numerous trips of this sort, and lived royally off the provender of the jungle, catching as many "Pavon" as we would need to eat, swimming with the "Toninos" the fresh water porpoise in the rivers, and exploring the natural history along the river and the anthropology of the riverine peoples throughout this territory, and sharing this adventure in jungle camping with sons. We have hunted and fished often as a way of getting close to the environment which we wish to absorb.
"No, Hermano, it does not get better than this!"