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CHECK YOUR TOYS AT THE DOOR PLEASE

CHECK YOUR TOYS AT THE DOOR…

Originally Published the Week of May 5, 2024 in Western Outdoor Publications

There was a time many many years ago in another time, space and dimension when I would visit Mexico to go fishing, I brought a lot of gear.  Maybe you were the same way.

I had the biggest of the biggest rod tubes they sold.  It was jammed with so many rods back-to-front and front-to-back.

As many as I could fit.

Trolling rods.  Jig sticks. Live bait rods.  Light tackle sticks. Flipping sticks. Meat sticks.  Maybe a spinning rods or two for good measure.

It was like the old saying, “Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.”

Had to bring ‘em all plus every new rod that “needed to be broken in!”

And of course, that meant I needed a reel to match every rod.  All by themselves, they filled a suitcase or an ice chest. 

Can’t forget the terminal tackle either.  Lures. Hooks. Extra line.  Every color of lure, jig and trolling feather.  Plus all the gadgets like dikes.  Needle-nosed pliers.  A fillet knife.  Wire crimps and of course a fighting belt or harness. etc. etc.

Sound familiar?

I look back on those days and shake my head.

Honestly, at the end of the trip, I might have used 10% of all that.  I couldn’t even physically carry that gear now.  I wouldn’t want to on my old knees, shoulders and joints.

But those were the days when everyone did that.

We dragged these highly awkward 7 and 8-foot plastic rod tubes in our cars and through the airports.  We tried not to smack folks in the head. 

Our tackle bags required sherpas and porters to heft.

When we reached our destinations, it took half-a-day to set it all up. 

And if your buddies all brought stuff, everyone had to spread their stuff out on the hotel room floor and beds and compare toys!

But, that was another day and time.

Airlines didn’t ding you an arm-and-leg for your luggage.  Or hit you up for a small mortgage if things were over-sized or overweight.

Those were also days when “sharp things” weren’t frowned upon or outlawed in the cabin.  They did not result in raised eyebrows going through an x-ray machine.

I’ve had friends try to carry on machetes, anchors, hunting knives, crossbows (yes!), spears and gaffs, let alone pocket knives and multi-tools.

But, over the years, that has all diminished quite a bit.

It’s just too hard.  It’s too expensive. 

The airlines and TSA are understandably too watchful.  It’s a pain-in-the-@#$$ to get searched.  We all hate just taking off our shoes!

But a number of folks still bring stuff.  That’s all well-and-good.  There’s another saying about “never going to war with someone else’s rifle.”

I get that too.  We like our own gear.

But, just a heads-up.

Mexican customs is also getting more circumspect as well.   If you travel by plane, we all fill out those customs forms.  But, of course, we never actually read them! 

But, there are restrictions.

And those restrictions have always been there.  We just never cared much or they always waved us through. 

The faster to get to our hotels and wrap our hands around a tall cold one and get those vacations started.

Some are calling it a “money grab.”  But, hey, the law is the law.  Rules are rules.

You drive 50 in a 35 mph zone every day and never get busted. Then one day you get pulled over, it’s hard to argue the point

But, Mexico customs has rules like  how many CD’s and DVD’s you can bring.  How many cameras you’re allowed to have.  How much work material you can bring.  Blah blah.

And yes, there’s a rules limiting how much sports equipment you can drag into the country.

And that includes fishing gear.

Yup!

The rule is 4 rods and reels per person.  And that doesn’t mean you can have one tube with 12 rods for you and your 3 other buddies.

Four outfits for each individual person.  Each carrying their own.

But, there’s more to the rub.  A bigger ouch.

Many airlines are restricting the fishing outfits to only 2 per person.  Two rods.  Two reels.

And when you hit the customs inspectors at the airport, there’s a fine for violations.  Go to the little room and pay the man.

They’re not checking everyone.

But, they are checking more often.

They’re not being mean. They’re just being more diligent.

And if there’s new gear, they might ask for a receipt showing the value of the item.  Yes, there’s a tax on that too.

And it’s no fun getting asked to walk to the little customs room to fill out forms and pay the fine. 

So, just be aware before you start packing all your gear.  Check your airlines and be forewarned that you might be that one person out’ve 10 in line that gets pulled aside.

Like getting pulled over for speeding while everyone zooms by you.  Why me?  Just not your lucky day. 

Bad way to start your vacation!

That’s my story!

Jonathan

______________

Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004.  Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico  www.tailhunter.com.

They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront.  If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is: jonathan@tailhunter.com

Or drop by the restaurant to say hi.  It’s right on the La Paz waterfront!

_____________ 

Jonathan Roldan’s

Tailhunter International

Website: 

www.tailhunter-international.com

Mexico Office: Tailhunter International, 755 Paseo Obregon, La Paz, Baja Sur, Mexico

U.S. Mailing Address:  Tailhunter International, 8030 La Mesa Blvd. #178, La Mesa CA  91942

Phones: 

from USA : 626-638-3383

from Mexico: 044-612-14-17863

.

Tailhunter Weekly Fishing Report:  http://fishreport.jonathanroldan.com/

Tailhunter YouTube Video Channel:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBLvdHL_p4-OAu3HfiVzW0g

We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.

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WITH EACH PAVED ROAD

WITH EACH PAVED ROAD

Originally Published the Week of May 10, 2024 in Western Outdoor Publications

When I first moved down here to Baja, it wasn’t difficult to find some space.  The vistas were grand.  The beaches were expansive.

The sky was big and the “world” went from horizon to horizon.

There was a rugged tranquility of the desert frontier by the ocean that pervaded every aspect of life.  It was inescapable.

You knew you were somewhere sublimely and beautifully alien.  You knew you were perhaps in a different portal of time, space and dimension from where you had come from.

There’s a certain anxious edge to knowing that you had to actually “THINK” about your day.  Not just how to get to work or your dinner plans, or what you were doing for the weekend, etc.

It was much more primitive.

Do I have enough gas? 

Is there gas?

Do I have food?

What will I eat and how will I get it?

Do I have enough water?

How far do I need to travel today from Point A to Point B and back?

Is there electricity today?

Will I be able to cook today and is there enough fuel?

These things had to actually be planned.  And any glitch or bump in that road of existence could mean a bad day or at least a really inconvenient day of the worst kind.

Because nothing was really “convenient” per se.  But, that was the beauty of it. 

You had to actually rely on yourself a lot more.

The only thing convenient was the free clean air and the ocean and Baja desert.  All around.  All the time.

I could climb a rocky hill stretch out my arms like the famous Jesus statue above Rio de Janeiro in Brazil.  Looking out over the blue empty ocean and desert and not see a single person!

Far as the eye could see.

In my own mind I could stretch my arms and laughingly tell myself, “I own all this!  It’s mine!”  And yell to the wind and jump up and down.

Metaphorically speaking, yea…I did own it!

It’s a silly exhilarating feeling. Kinda like the way a kid feels in his first treehouse.  ALL MINE!

You want hold onto that feeling.

…and you always want it to be that way.

I would revel in the thought that I hoped to share this with my kids and grandkids someday and others who would appreciate the special place.

A dream.  A hope.

And today I’m sitting here in my office overlooking the waterfront and am quickly reminded that the vibe is eroding with increasing velocity.

A BMW just drove by.  A Mercedes Convertible as well.

Down the street there’s another chic-chic boutique hotel almost completed that I would never be able to afford a night (not sure I would want to…but that’s not the point).

There are two yachts in the bay that are too large for the local marina.  I’m told one is owned by Microsoft people.  The other might be the owner of Home Depot and an NFL team.

I will have to take a detour home tonite because they’re digging up and paving a dirt road that went over the hills to a little-known remote beach. 

Well, everyone knows about it now because a condo complex is planned for it. There’s big billboards around town.

“Own a piece of secluded paradise. (Emphasis on “secluded.”)

A week doesn’t go by where I don’t run into folks that are house hunting here “to get away from it all.”

If you build it, they will come.

There are farm-to-table organic farm restaurants and wine-tasting rooms popping up next to French, Italian, Asian and Fusion eateries.

I often read the social media boards to check what local gringos are saying and thinking.

Recently, someone posted, “What turns you off about restaurants in Mexico?”

One replied, “Furniture made from wood pallets or plastic chairs with beer logos on them.”

Another wrote, “Lack of Michelin 5-star restaurants.”

And another, “All the waiters that don’t speak English.”

Say what? Ouch!

Harsh.

Personally, with each comment…with each new bit of development in the name of progress…with each dirt road getting it’s first coat of asphalt…

It feels like a little more of O.G. original Baja…original Mexico …erodes away. 

Yes, I can still climb that rocky hill and scream this is “All mine.”

But I probably have to do it a lot quieter because there’s a housing development and condos on that hill now.

And step gently so I don’t get busted for trespassing. 

Harsh.  Wish I had my treehouse back.

That’s my story…

Jonathan

______________

Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004.  Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico  www.tailhunter.com.

They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront.  If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is: jonathan@tailhunter.com

Or drop by the restaurant to say hi.  It’s right on the La Paz waterfront!

_____________ 

Jonathan Roldan’s

Tailhunter International

Website: 

www.tailhunter-international.com

Mexico Office: Tailhunter International, 755 Paseo Obregon, La Paz, Baja Sur, Mexico

U.S. Mailing Address:  Tailhunter International, 8030 La Mesa Blvd. #178, La Mesa CA  91942

Phones: 

from USA : 626-638-3383

from Mexico: 044-612-14-17863

.

Tailhunter Weekly Fishing Report:  http://fishreport.jonathanroldan.com/

Tailhunter YouTube Video Channel:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBLvdHL_p4-OAu3HfiVzW0g

“When your life finally flashes before your eyes, you will have only moments to regret all the things in life you never had the courage to try.”

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CHECK YOUR TOYS!

CHECK YOUR TOYS!

Originally Published the Week of May 5, 2024 in Western Outdoor Publications

There was a time many many years ago in another time, space and dimension when I would visit Mexico to go fishing, I brought a lot of gear.  Maybe you were the same way.

I had the biggest of the biggest rod tubes they sold.  It was jammed with so many rods back-to-front and front-to-back.

As many as I could fit.

Trolling rods.  Jig sticks. Live bait rods.  Light tackle sticks. Flipping sticks. Meat sticks.  Maybe a spinning rods or two for good measure.

It was like the old saying, “Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.”

Had to bring ‘em all plus every new rod that “needed to be broken in!”

And of course, that meant I needed a reel to match every rod.  All by themselves, they filled a suitcase or an ice chest. 

Can’t forget the terminal tackle either.  Lures. Hooks. Extra line.  Every color of lure, jig and trolling feather.  Plus all the gadgets like dikes.  Needle-nosed pliers.  A fillet knife.  Wire crimps and of course a fighting belt or harness. etc. etc.

Sound familiar?

I look back on those days and shake my head.

Honestly, at the end of the trip, I might have used 10% of all that.  I couldn’t even physically carry that gear now.  I wouldn’t want to on my old knees, shoulders and joints.

But those were the days when everyone did that.

We dragged these highly awkward 7 and 8-foot plastic rod tubes in our cars and through the airports.  We tried not to smack folks in the head. 

Our tackle bags required sherpas and porters to heft.

When we reached our destinations, it took half-a-day to set it all up. 

And if your buddies all brought stuff, everyone had to spread their stuff out on the hotel room floor and beds and compare toys!

But, that was another day and time.

Airlines didn’t ding you an arm-and-leg for your luggage.  Or hit you up for a small mortgage if things were over-sized or overweight.

Those were also days when “sharp things” weren’t frowned upon or outlawed in the cabin.  They did not result in raised eyebrows going through an x-ray machine.

I’ve had friends try to carry on machetes, anchors, hunting knives, crossbows (yes!), spears and gaffs, let alone pocket knives and multi-tools.

But, over the years, that has all diminished quite a bit.

It’s just too hard.  It’s too expensive. 

The airlines and TSA are understandably too watchful.  It’s a pain-in-the-@#$$ to get searched.  We all hate just taking off our shoes!

But a number of folks still bring stuff.  That’s all well-and-good.  There’s another saying about “never going to war with someone else’s rifle.”

I get that too.  We like our own gear.

But, just a heads-up.

Mexican customs is also getting more circumspect as well.   If you travel by plane, we all fill out those customs forms.  But, of course, we never actually read them! 

But, there are restrictions.

And those restrictions have always been there.  We just never cared much or they always waved us through. 

The faster to get to our hotels and wrap our hands around a tall cold one and get those vacations started.

Some are calling it a “money grab.”  But, hey, the law is the law.  Rules are rules.

You drive 50 in a 35 mph zone every day and never get busted. Then one day you get pulled over, it’s hard to argue the point

But, Mexico customs has rules like  how many CD’s and DVD’s you can bring.  How many cameras you’re allowed to have.  How much work material you can bring.  Blah blah.

And yes, there’s a rules limiting how much sports equipment you can drag into the country.

And that includes fishing gear.

Yup!

The rule is 4 rods and reels per person.  And that doesn’t mean you can have one tube with 12 rods for you and your 3 other buddies.

Four outfits for each individual person.  Each carrying their own.

But, there’s more to the rub.  A bigger ouch.

Many airlines are restricting the fishing outfits to only 2 per person.  Two rods.  Two reels.

And when you hit the customs inspectors at the airport, there’s a fine for violations.  Go to the little room and pay the man.

They’re not checking everyone.

But, they are checking more often.

And if there’s new gear, they might ask for a receipt showing the value of the item.  Yes, there’s a tax on that too.

And it’s no fun getting asked to walk to the little customs room to fill out forms and pay the fine. 

So, just be aware before you start packing all your gear.  Check your airlines and be forewarned that you might be that one person out’ve 10 in line that gets pulled aside.

Like getting pulled over for speeding while everyone zooms by you.  Why me?  Just not your lucky day. 

Bad way to start your vacation!

That’s my story…

Jonathan

______________

Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004.  Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico  www.tailhunter.com.

They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront.  If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is: jonathan@tailhunter.com

Or drop by the restaurant to say hi.  It’s right on the La Paz waterfront!

_____________




Jonathan Roldan’s
Tailhunter International


Website:

Mexico Office: Tailhunter International, 755 Paseo Obregon, La Paz, Baja Sur, Mexico


U.S. Mailing Address:  Tailhunter International, 8030 La Mesa Blvd. #178, La Mesa CA  91942


Phones:
from USA : 626-638-3383
from Mexico: 044-612-14-17863
.

Tailhunter Weekly Fishing Report:  http://fishreport.jonathanroldan.com/

Tailhunter YouTube Video Channel:

“When your life finally flashes before your eyes, you will have only moments to regret all the things in life you never had the courage to try.”

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