The quail hunt in Mexico were again filled of dumb mearns and gambels, terrific points, all my dogs in heaven and warm friendship with out hosts. There is something specials about Mexicans esp. the ranchers and farmers, I admire so much. I've been going to Mexico for over 40 years and I've never seen a Mexican excepting the polica, either down, depressed or not able to smile.
I want to go over to the Baja on the Ferry this year but the call of New Zealand is getting stronger as time spin into March. This will probably be my last year to travel to New Zealand on a yearly basis as the Island is getting crowed with "Merikan" like me who hire the Helicopter Hughes 500 D's or Squirrels with guides to do the hard work and get into the back country. Such a shame not finding these special place on you own or watching a guy trying to learn to fly cast on a stream that holds 10 lb spooky browns. He'll be fortunate to hook one but at least he is starting at the top. The older I get the more I believe in Karma and that truth rises to the surface albeit slowly sometimes.
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