I've whittled down the suspects on.

Now I only need the last piece of this tragic jigsaw, a stingray big enough to drag a woman to her death.

Armando takes me to the fishing spot suggested by Leo Fisherman I met last night, which turns out to be very close to the town.

I have one concern.

I never expected a giant ray to be my target.

This road might not be up to the job.

It's pulled in man sized Arab timer, but a giant stingray uses its flat body to attach itself to the bottom.

It's like lifting a sunken boat rather than a fish.

Uh oh, that's all right.

That's all right.

That's going is going is going.

It's running.

Finally, I'm hooked into what feels like a big ray.

No, I just have to land it.

The minutes pass and day turns into night.

Right?

What's the thing with Sting rays is you think they're snagged, the line is completely dead, and then it just moves again.

Now, this is just pulling me Sting Ray is not a fish that I like to handle very much.

It's also sometimes official.

I don't like Thio Hook because you get into a big one and it's a long time and it's very tiring.

I've been locked into giant raise in the past, but never on such a small boat or in the dark.

I know this Ray is bigger than any I've caught so far in Colombia, but once it's stuck to the riverbed, it's difficult to know what size I'm really dealing with.

But to nail my theory, 100% like need array big enough to drag an adult to the bottom fishers got too much leverage.

Realization dawns on me that I can't shift the rain from here, huh?

So we have to cast off from our mooring to change my angle of attack.

But now there's more strain on both me on the road.

But this rotting my stomach hurt, having come so far, having fought so hard a broken rod on a lost ray of my worst nightmare.

But in this Titanic struggle, something has to give right is coming up Coming up, coming up, coming up line still.

Yes, I've got a long road snacks, but the line didn't know.

Hand hand.

Now I've got real problems.

This is gonna be very interesting.

I don't know how big this ray is, but in an instant with struggle has become infinitely more dangerous.

Be careful also that I don't get my hand caught in this line at any moment.

A loop in my line could turn into a deadly noose.

The lines like on a break, I could go over the side.

No plans to be dragged to the bottom like Leo's brother or the honeymoon bride.

Slowly coming up slowly coming up.

I see the end of my broken rod.

The fish can't be far behind.

If this fish was attached to my leg, you know, if he's had his bar Porter, my foot, I would be able to do nothing.

Nothing at all.

Come on.

These are just trembling, trembling, trembling.

There it is.

There it is.

That's big.

That is very big.

That is big.

This is a monstrous Amazon, Ray, easily strong enough to drag me overboard or a woman to her death.

If it also has the necessary weaponry to find that out, I need to get it to shore.

I need the silver beach just gently sloping beach.

Unfortunately, here in the dark, all I've got is a slippery, steep bank.

And this is no ordinary river monster.

Any normal fish in this situation?

No problem.

Little I just grab it.

The thing about this wishes I try and grab it.

It perceives that is even more of an insult.

More of an attack on somewhere down here, there is a very nasty spine on.

I don't want you going anywhere near me.

Here it is.

Oh, I really thought I wasn't gonna get this in.

I was using £150 mainline braised £100 nylon and then £150 Kevlar on this thing When it took it just it just went.

If I didn't have a drag on my real, I would have been in the water.

Yours online.

You get a real sense of power on this thing here.

Um well, if those spines, there's two of them there.

If they went in your leg and came out, that would be that would be very bad news.

But if they didn't come out and remained attached, that would be even worse.

If this thing decided to go and it decided to head off for the deep water and you're attached, there's nothing absolutely nothing you could do about it.

Having felt the raw power of this Colombian River monster, I now have no doubt about the fate of the honeymoon bride.

A fish like this could easily have been responsible.

I believe a ray this size with this weaponry was to blame on this young woman.

Didn't stand a chance.

It must have struck in a heartbeat.

Drank into the Amazons, shadowy depths.

I've spent a lot of time in the Amazon, but Colombia's giant rays and new to me on local scientists don't know how many there are in these waters or how big they grow.

But one thing is certain.

The honeymoon bride was not the first.

Nor will she be the last to experience their deadly strike on awesome power.