DOWN SOUTH OF THE BORDER WITH DOGS, DOVES AND THE DEVIL.

Arizona late morning doves hunts are about warm winter campfires and exceptional pass shooting.  By this time each year there are no more "gentleman's" doves left.  All the white wings depart for climates in Sinaloa and Sonora.  This year it's colder than normal and with very few grain crops to draw the morning doves so we do our remote office thing via wireless Verizon air-cards and think of Alamos and warm days, excellent beers, a constant festival and dove hunting.

Mexico seems as good a place to winter, work and play. There we can do the remote office for "Big Data" needs with wifi Telcel stik and a booster and thanks to Carlos Slim. Beside half of America is scared of Mexico listening to media making even better for us elbow-room seekers. As usually, this year I would drive the comfortable cozy Lance camper upon my 1 Ton dually Fords and trailED my customized enclosed 6x12 Mirage with a KLR 650cc motorbike  and Can Am 450 quad.

Mexico changes their permits and visa yearly. I tried to impress upon Ellen the original paper work from car, trailer, motorcycles to ATV were needed.  After a quick visit with our daughter Cate who winters in Tucson we cross to Nogales minus our double barrel English hammer guns and high end side by sides. "The devils lives in the details" and were halted at the permitting office.  The young boy would not issue permits for the truck and motorbike because we DID NOT have the original title.  I was furious but Ellen always more calm was not going to give up and decided to confront the Mexican bureaucracy. She located a women who was senior to the young man and explained that she had copy of the original registration .  She had empathy and OK ed the permit.  She went to another window to a more experienced man and all was in order.  We were off after three hours only drove to Guaymas instead of Alamos