Mexico is magic. The media has managed to scare our urban brethren from visiting this intriguing land and so we have the beaches to ourselves like the 1970's. Ellen, I and the canines drive down to my research center in northern Sonora before heading to the beaches. After a quick visit at CEDO we are off to find great seafood, spectacular sunset, mighty fish.
Mexico is a land of vast diversity. For us we pheasant hunt near Yuma in the warm of the sun, fight marlin on light tackle, or jig for mighty yellow tail. This was my 61st trip and Ellen's 24th. We are looking for land to setup camp near the pheasants and doves fields and be close to the beaches. We love Alamos, Sonora for doves and bass. This colonial city was where my father generated his Architectural design for his Green Valley project near Tucson. Dad would take us there in his Sky King never having to pass customs and we all shot doves, ducks and caught huge bass on a fly rod. Little has changed since those memorable days.
