Last week I had an opportunity to fish for peacock bass in Miami, Florida. Unfortunately, my opportunity coincided with a cold front that seemed to envelope the entire state. The fishing might be tough, my guide told me, not wanting to get my hopes up. But I remembered a saying I’d heard, “The best time to go fishing is whenever you can.” So I hit the water. Well, fishing was tough. In a johnboat we motored around a narrow canal system that wound its way through a few residential communities. We used both a 5w rigged with floating line and a clouser to cast around bridge pilings, and a 6w rigged with 150-grain sink line and an an eat-me to cast in deeper pools and culverts. We landed a few little guys and had a few sluggish follows from bigger fish. In the afternoon, the air began to heat up, and so did the peacocks. We changed tactics and used the sinking rig exclusively, and after a few good hookups, I finally got the fish I’d been hoping for–a sturdy male peacock complete with the requisite forehead ridge. The take felt different, a solid whump. He quickly took me to the reel and made a beeline for some bridge pilings, like a snook. We played that game for a few runs before I finally subdued him. I have to tell you, I absolutely love these fish. They are specifically butterfly peacocks, imported by the Florida Fish and Wildlife in the 80s to take care of all the exotic tank fish people dumped that were overtaking the system. They have thrived to provide a very exciting and accessible freshwater gamefish. (They’re actually chiclids, and not in the bass family.) Now my goal is to achieve the all-exotic “canal slam”, a peacock bass, a jaguar guapote, an oscar, and a spotted tilapia all in the same outing.