Roatan Honduras may not be for you if…………
If you don’t like walking the flats at high tide (knee deep) and casting to pod after pod of 8 to 12 lb tailing permit, you might not like it here.
If you don’t like walking the flats at low tide (ankle deep) and casting to pod after pod after pod after pod of tailing 7 to 10 lb bonefish, you might not want to go here.
Since the fish are in shallow water and are extremely wary, be prepared for a reel screaming, mind erasing, explosion of a run well into your backing if you hook either of the above.
If you don’t like fishing from sun up to sun down with guides that are dedicated and enthusiastic, you might not like it here.
If you don’t like poking around the mangrove swamps looking for snook and tarpon between tides, you might not like it here.
If you don’t like cruising the deep flats between tides looking for 20+ lb permit or 100+ lb tarpon, you might not like it here.
If you feel you need to pay twice as much to fish, you might want to stick with the Yucatan.
If you would rather have your alcohol added to your trip expense rather than included in the price (no limit), you might not like it here.
If you would rather your guide demand a cast beyond your current skills, you might want to consider other options. The guide we worked with, Perry, evaluated our skills and worked to find us the best fish we were able to reach, rather than finding a fish and waiting for us to figure out how to get to it. There was no huffing or eye rolling when we fumbled.
If you can’t sleep in a custom made cabaña decorated with hand-carved mahogany furniture and accents, complete with a constant sea breeze, you might not like it here.
However, if any of the above feels right for you, I strongly suggest you contact Mango Creek and book some time on the flats. They truly care that your experience is exceptional.
Cheri and I enjoyed ourselves immensely. We collapsed each evening after the full day’s fishing and a couple of cocktails. It was hard work of the
P.P.S. I get to brag about this one for the rest of my life.
P.P.P.S. Eight years, and the last couple were more than two trips a year.
P.P.P.P.S. Thanks for letting me share.