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Home Ondas del Lago Contributed Content Steve Sleightholm Steve's Venezuela Memoirs Iguanas Steve Sleightholm's Venezuela Memoirs Iguanas Gosh, I don't recall a day that I live in Venezuela along Lake Maracaibo that
iguanas did not play a role in some capacity – they were always around. When I
was old enough to run I used to chase the darn things under the house. When we
took siestas in the mid-afternoon, I used to lay in bed and listen to the things
drop out of the trees overhanging the house and hitting the tin roof and rolling
down until they fell off. When I was old enough to use a slingshot, I used to
spend the better part of the day hunting the things along the dike in Tia Juana
and Lagunillas. I became an excellent shot and used to kill the things using
ball bearings as ammo at distances of 30 feet or more. When Dad took us for
rides down outside of camp along Carretera Nacional, we used to see iguana
hunters walking the side of the road carrying live iguanas tied by the tails and
hanging over sticks that they carried over their shoulders. And then as the boys
got older we used to find iguana eggs and coat them with chocolate and give them
to the new kids who wanted to run with us -- suckers -- and laugh our heads off
when they bit into the eggs. |
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