Howler Dispatch: Guanaja, Honduras
Posted on September 12, 2012
We received this dispatch from our good friend Tee Clarkson after his trip down to Guanaja, Honduras. Tee is doing great things for the next generation of Howlers. You can learn more about his student fly fishing and service trips at: fishingadventurecamps.com
Well…I learned two things in Honduras this summer. First…I am a lucky bastard. And second…Iguanas taste like lizard.
I’ll explain the luck first. A year and half ago I was with some friends in Guanaja, Honduras and went out permit fishing with Greg Baldwin. We had an incredible day. Saw a pile of permit and hooked a giant that ultimately broke off. We met Greg at the bar that night, and as I am on my way back with an armful of rum drinks I hear “Hey, Tee!”
Generally I don’t expect to run into people I know when I go out to bars in Honduras, but low and behold it was Steve Brown, who I had guided with on the Gunnison over a decade earlier. Just so happens he has a lodge on the island, Fly Fish Guanaja. We got to talking over a couple cold Salva Vida’s and hatched a plan to lead student groups to Guanaja to fly fish and complete some eco-service projects. Unlike most plans hatched at bars, we actually stuck with it and took two groups down this summer, one from Austin, TX and another from Richmond, VA.
Among other things, I learned that any day I can catch a permit at work is a good day of work!
And the iguana hunting…If you haven’t tried it, you gotta give it a shot. We bushwacked through the jungle for a couple hours looking for big lizards perched high in the Trumpet trees. After a while I started wondering if we had been duped into a Honduran “snipe” hunt. We had three “iguana” dogs with us of varying shapes and sizes, a sling shot, a pocket of rocks, and a machete. I wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go down, but our chances didn’t seem good.
That was until we saw the first iguana. One of the Honduran guys we were with slipped off his shoes, shimmied forty feet up a tree, pulled out his slingshot and a rock and we were in business. He knocked one out of the tree and the dogs were on him in a heartbeat. In a few minutes we had three nice iguanas for dinner.
Just another reminder that good things come to those who heed the call. I am doing my best to teach that lesson to the next generation.