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FAIRY LIGHTS?

FAIRY LIGHTS?

Originally Published the Week of May 20, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications

Several decades ago when I first arrived here, I was not only guiding fishermen, but was also a working divemaster for SCUBA.  Working above and below the water was incredible.

One of my favorite things was taking folks night diving!

WHAAAT???  Are you crazy?   I can hear it as many of you are reading this.

Oh sure. Diving at night…

It’s not as knuckleheaded as it may seem. Night dives are actually incredibly fun and it is definitely a completely different underwater world at night .

…and more popular than you might think.

Especially down here in Baja in the Sea of Cortez.  The waters are warm.  Currents are minimal and there’s so much to see under the surface.

For one, fish actually do seem to sleep.  At least they don’t seem as active.  I don’t recommend ever touching the animals.  However, fish that will often swim away in the day, will honestly let you get pretty close and not even wiggle a fin.

You can also hear them “talking” if that’s what you want to call it.

There are clicks, grunts, snaps and other noises you that seem more amplified at night underwater and I’m told by the smart people that this is how fish communicate.

Also, since you’re using underwater lights, the colors seem much more vibrant like the fish themselves, coral, crustaceans, etc. especially against the black background of the dark ocean.

Lights…that’s the rub.

Everyone is always very excited when I take them night diving.  You can tell it’s natural that there is a bit of trepidation and anxiety.  Like before you climb on the rollercoaster. Adventure awaits!

And then I tell them to follow me underwater, but at some point, I am going to turn off my light.  And I want them to do the same thing!

Turn our lights?  Are you nuts? Are you sure you’re a certified divemaster?  Why don’t you ask us to play on the freeway instead.

I assure them that all will be well.  I will turn my light off.  Then, I will turn it back on again so they understand what I am doing. 

And I will turn of off again.

So, with even more anxiety and not a little nervousness, they follow me into the dark waters. I’m taking them to the reef.

And at some point along dive, I turn to them and shine my light on them so all the divers see me.  And I flip off my lights switch!

Immediately their light beams go helter skelter looking for me.

Then, I turn my light back on and give them the universal thumb-to finger OK sign.

We’re fine.  I got this!

Even underwater I can feel the nervousness dissipate.  They suddenly remember what I was going to do. But I could see for a fraction of a second behind their dive masks were some really big eyes!

I point to my eown yes with two fingers signaling them to watch.  Then off goes my light.  One by one, their lights also wink out.

We are pretty much in inky darkness.  Maybe hearing only the sounds of bubbles rising as their breathing quickens just a tad.

After a moment, I take my hand and I quickly sweep it in a wide arch underwater around myself and overheard.  Then, I do it again!

They cannot see my hand, but as if by magic in that black hole of an ocean, jet streams of blue and gold glowing glitter are left in the wake of the movement of my hands!

I do again several more times and it is as if a galaxy of starlight like tiny bits of fairy dust are all around me following my hand movements like a magician dramatically making the zillions of stars appear out of nothingness!

Like Tinker Bell just went nuts with the pixie dust!

Suddenly they get it!

I look back and all of my divers are now waving and wiggling and twirling around in a fantastic underwater ballet.  Stream of fluorescent shimmering glitter follow every movement.  It is like dancing in stars!

Kicking fins.  Hand movements.  Spinning happy divers each turned into a conjurer of exploding lights  as each becomes an underwater wizard!

I can tell from the breathing bubbles that some of them are even laughing! 

A playful sealion pup swims by and leaves a glittering jetstream of glitter like a rocket has passed through the cosmos. Thousands of “stars” hang suspended in liquid space as if a whole galaxy has been created.

Looking closely, they even notice that fish swimming by each leave a tell-tale signature of their own glitter footprint!

Afterwards, they would excitedly tell me it was one of the most exciting, crazy and illuminating diving experience ever.

What they had experienced is called “Bioluminesence.”

That’s a big 5-dollar spelling bee word, but essentially, it’s a chemical reaction emitted by living organisms. It’s a fascinating natural phenomenon because the chemical reaction produces an   illuminating natural light.

Often found in marine environment, it can often be seen at night when waves crash along a shoreline or beach or in the wake of a boat.  Or in our case, when scuba diving!

It’s the same emission seen in fireflies, glowworms and a few other land-based critters.  In the ocean, especially in deep sea locations, it can be seen in squid, jellyfish and especially plankton which is what was probably creating our galaxy of fairy glitter.

Depending on the creature, this reaction can produce quite a variety of colors including yellow, gold, red, blue and sometimes green lights.

Just another of nature’s incredible light shows! Courtesy of the Master Wizard Himself.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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-international.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!

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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:

“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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VAMOS A VERLO MATEO

VAMOS A VERLO MATEO

Originally Published the Week of May 20, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications

In all the years I’ve been writing down here, the stories I like telling the most are the ones about the regular folks.  Most visitors never see them or need them or know about them.

But, often behind the scenes, they are very much a part of the landscape and fabric of the community and even tangentially part of the tourism machine that makes vacations much better .

So, I was taking a momentary break in the action from our fishing fleet and restaurant and just sitting for a few minutes out front at one of our restaurant tables. Just trying to clear my brain.

Y’know every now and then you just have to pull away from the phone, the computer screen and talking to people just to catch your breath. To clear your head before you go back in for another round!

So, there I am watching the cars go by along the La Paz waterfront back and forth.  Up and down along the seashore Malecon boardwalk.

Cars and trucks.  Taxis and vans.  Scooters and motorcyles.  Coming from somewhere and headed to somewhere else.

Thirty years ago when we first came here, the parade along the waterfront consisted of the usual commercial trucks and vans as well as the usual Mexican car…kinda long on mileage… sun-faded paint…dusty…bondo here and there for dings…or not. 

An occasional cracked window.  Maybe rust showing here and there.  A mismatched spare tire being used like a regular tire.

Simple transportation. Just enough to come from somewhere and head somewhere else.

But now…whoa!!! 

Mercedes…BMW’s…Jags…Humvees…Caddy’s.  Of course still a number of the usual vehicles, but doggone it…a lot of luxury and late model rides as well. I mean A LOT!

Heck…Jill and I drive a 1991 Honda SRV with the faded silver paint and part of the roof lining starting to peel away.

The windshield wipers don’t work and the seats are down in the back to accommodate ice chests and fishing gear.  Kinda smells a bit like fish too!

So, where are all of these cars coming from?  With minimum wage about $8/day how do they afford these? Some of our employees drive better cars than us.  Moreso, when gas is $6/gallon how do they keep the tanks filled?

Back in Texas, we pay $2.37 a gallon. I fill the Suburban for $40  It just cost me $70 to fill our little rattletrap Honda.

And then thinking where do they go to get these pretty cars fixed?

Many years ago, when our car broke down, we got Mateo.  He was referred by one of our friends. 

He said Mateo fixes all the taxi cars and vans. 

Well, heck, if he can keep those guys on the road, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him.

It’s been a great relationship. 

Mateo is kinda tall. Actually really tall for a local and kinda lumbers around with a big pot belly and always in grease-stained clothes.  Slicked hair and a thick black mustache over his ever-smiling grin. A wiping rag perpetually hangs from a back pocket.

No pretense of competence.  After checking out something, he always looks up from under the hood and says “Vamos a verlo.”  (Let’s check it out. We’ll see!) With a smile.

Over the years, our car has broken down on the beach, downtown, at the airport…it doesn’t matter. If I call he comes out personally with his son .

If they can’t get the car going, they’ll work on it right there or tow it to his shop.

“Vamos a verlo!”

At his shop, it’s not really a shop.  It’s his garage.  Like a garage attached to his house.

More like a big space covered with a corregated metal roof held up by posts.  Space for 4 vehicles maybe.

There are cars parked all over inside, outside, on the street, on the driveway.  Half the neighborhood has cars he’s working on.

 There are several dogs sleeping under cars or underfoot always happy to see visitors.  There’s laundry hanging off the back porch and there’s always some delicious smell coming out’ve the kitchen. Kids are running around. 

Someone is always on the phone.  Banda music comes from somewhere!  

And there’s a soccer or baseball game on the TV in the garage. A little electric desk fan fights a losing battle against the heat.

There are parts and tires and grease and bits and pieces everywhere.  Leaning on walls and hanging off hooks. Not sure if the garage floor has ever been scraped clean.  Oh well. It’s a working man’s mechanic shop!

And if you go visit…expect company!

There are always few neighbors sitting on folded chairs.  Taxi drivers chit-chatting and gossiping.  Folks telling jokes.

Mateo’s voice coming from under some car laughing or turning a wrench under someone’s hood.  Maybe a beer can balanced on a fender.

Actually a lot of beer cans all around.  And everyone having a good time.  It’s the social circle of the neighborhood.

Maybe even all the dogs don’t belong to him. I don’t know!   Just neighborhood mutts come to visit and hang out as well!

Mateo is chill. 

A lot of folks don’t have money but he keeps their cars and taxis running.  He’ll find the part at the junk yard or jury-rig something. He’ll duct tape it if he has to.  He will cannibalize someone else’s vehicle or one of his many cars to make things work.

But, he gets your vehicle back on the road. 

Payment…sure…bring a case of beer for him and you get a big discount.  A big pot of menudo?  Tamales?  Some fresh fish? Sure, he’ll change your oil or take the squeak outta your suspension.

Andale!  Que bueno! 

Often when he does take money, he apologetically hands over a handwritten note.

As you look it over he goes into a long explanation of the parts and labor etc. Blah…blah…blah and more blah!

You look up at him and realize he tuned the car.  He changed the oil and filters.  He changed a loose belt.  He adjusted the breaks.

…for $40 dollars. And he’s apologizing for the cost!

Oh…and he cleaned your windows too.

$40 PLUS tip…and a case of ice cold Tecate.

“Vamos a verlo,” he smiles! And cracks open a pop top and takes a long sip and smiles again!

Real life in the colonia.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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-international.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!

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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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DO YOU HAVE ANY GREY POUPON?

DO YOU HAVE ANY GREY POUPON?

Originally Published the Week of April 20, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications

At many of these big dollar saltwater fishing tournaments, often many of the participating teams will “pre-fish.”  This is where they will take a few days before the actual tournament to fish the area and scout the conditions. 

It doesn’t count for anything.  It’s just to help put a fishing strategy together and have a little fun before the big money is on the table.

So, there I was on a small bare-bones cruiser just offshore from Cabo San Lucas.  I was deckhanding for a fishing team from Washington.    

There were quite a few other typical Mexican charter cruisers and pangas in the area. 

Everyone checking out the area; testing gear; “working out the kinks,” as it were.

A nice camaraderie on the water as well.  Smack talk.  Crews exchanging friendly banter with other crews. 

“Gamesmanship” is also part  of the strategy.  So a little “fibbing” about what you really plan to do when the starting gun goes off is part of the fun!

I was on one of maybe a dozen cruisers, small sportfishers and pangas doing their thing in this particular area. 

And that’s when a huge…no gigantic… mega yacht slid into our midst.  It was maybe over 150’ long.  

Sleek…expensive…beautiful state-of-the art chrome, teak and fiberglass at it’s best.

Darkened windows on the superstructure.  Electronics sticking out all over that could probably control satellites roaming overhead.

There are navies in the world that don’t have boats that big.  It was probably worth more than some entire navies! 

We could see fishing rods lined beautifully in rod holders.  Outriggers rose above the deck.  It flew several international flags and the whole thing towered above all of us.

It might as well have been an aircraft carrier next to the rest of the boats.

Proper deckhands wore uniforms.  Some were female and they looked like models.  Everyone going about their assignments scurrying around the deck as the big boat slid to a stop and dropped anchor among us.

I think there was some nice jazz playing over their soundsystem.

Just joining the boys.  Just one of the gang.  Oh sure.

Like the rich kid in the neighborhood who comes out to the baseball sandlot.  He has a clean full uniform and all the best gear in the middle of the rest of us ragamuffin kids. And not a speck of dirt or grass on his knees and clean fingernails to boot!

The radio chatter went silent. Everyone was watching.  Jaws dropped. 

C’mon man!

OK, you win.  You made an entrance.  Your Maserati just posterized our Volkswagens and Kia’s!

As we learned later, the boat was owned by a European industrial magnate (French to be exact). His pedigreed company had supplied safes to the banks, kings, princes and heads-of-state of Europe for a couple of centuries. 

His son had “borrowed” dad’s yacht for the week the way I’d borrow my dad’s truck to go to the beach.

Occasionally, one of the pretty deckhands would stop and look out over all of us gawking fishermen in our little boats.  And wave. And smile.

Well, that brought back all kinds of waves, blown kisses and wolf whistles from our raggedy little fleet. The ladies would toss their hair and wave back with more smiles.

Not fair.  Don’t encourage us peasants!

One of the surrounding fishermen was a smart**s and yelled out over his deck speaker,  “Hey, do you guys have any Grey Poupon?”

Well, that got everyone roaring!

The funny thing is that one of their guy deckhands actually came out with a big smile. Over the rail he yelled in an accent, “Of course we have Grey Poupon! Why?  Would you like some?”

Well, that did it!  Everyone waved and laughed back!

I often used to wonder what it would be like to own a boat like that.  To fish like that.  To travel like that.  To be waited on by crew and staff.   Ahhh…the good champagne life!

Well…

We own and run a fleet of pangas in La Paz.  For 30 years now.

I can’t tell you how often I’ve been sitting fishing in one of our pangas and watch some big mega version of Noah’s Ark come through or pull up.   All the bells and whistles.

I’ve never been on a mega yacht, but I’ve worked on some big sportfishers before and I’ve got no problem with them.  Power to anyone who has one.  Good for you! Most are pretty good Joes.

But, after 40 some years fishing on pangas, I don’t contemplate missing the air-conditioning on the big boats.  I don’t think of the great meals and all the conveniences.  I don’t think of all the fish-finding and communication electronics. Or pretty deckhands.

I think about all the other things I would have missed if I was on a big boat.  Or owned one.

Things like…

Getting my feet wet and sand between my toes as we launched off the beach before at dawn.

Or the camaraderie and horseplay of all the other fishermen and captains also launching on the beach with the laughter and anticipation of a day on the water.

I would have missed the real salt spray in my face and the taste on my tongue. I would have missed holding onto my hat as we sped to the fishing grounds into the rising sun.

And then, sans air-conditioning, the feeling of unadulterated warmth of sunshine on my skin on my legs, arms and yes, even my soul. Yes, I would have missed that on my big yacht!

And cruising over the shallow Baja waters where I could see the rocks and reefs in the clear waters below.

I would have missed watching live bait in the bait tank and the feeling of anticipation as we pulled up on fishing spots and watching sport fish boiling and breaking water as we chummed.

And, then that unmistable feeling as my bait is picked up and my reel starts to hum and my rod doubles over.  The fish isn’t hooked up to some mega yacht.  It’s hooked up to me! 

The boat didn’t hook this fish.  I did!

And all the laughter and grins and jokes.  It’s not like you’re in different parts of a big boat.  You’re all sitting next to each other. No escape no matter how bad the jokes!

Sometimes, there is the joy of good conversation as well!

Or discoveries…

Oh man…did you see the dolphin jumping! Was that a breaching whale?  Look!  A school of manta rays.

And lunches pulled out of the ice chest along with a another cold one.  No fancy dishes.  No blender.  Aluminum foil, zip lock baggies and a pop top can!  Nothing better.

You can keep your champagne.

Yea, I would never say no if I were to suddenly have a big yacht.  

But, I think what I would have missed all these years.   There’s value added in keeping things simple.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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-international.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:

“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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JUST SAY IT!

JUST SAY IT!

Originally Published the Week of April 1, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications

I honestly wish I was better.

After 30 years in Mexico, one would think that I would be fluent in Spanish.  But, I’m ashamedly not even close.

I get along OK.  I know “working Spanish” and enough slang and bad words to get by.  Barely. 

I had 4 years of high school Spanish and 2 years of college Spanish, and you would think I’d be better.  How the heck did I ever pass those classes and still sound as bad as I do?

But I admit, I’m bluffing most of the time.  What’s the saying, “Fake it until you make it?”  Well, after 3 decades, I’m kinda giving up hope. 

I continually and consciously try to improve by adding vocabulary words and phrases as often as I can. However, my advances in the Spanish language move forward like a creeping iceberg.

But, I do my best. 

My problem is actually my formal education in Spanish.  The Spanish we were taught in school is Castilian Spanish.  It’s the very formal Spanish that came from Europe. 

So, it provides a rudimentary structure for communicating, but because of it, my brain still says that I must adhere to certain rules of grammar.

In my brain, I’m still conjugating verbs and thinking about masculine and feminine nouns and sentence structure.  I’m overthinking it.

It slows me down.  It causes me to stumble. It causes me to be cautious when I speak.  I want to do it so correctly, that I sometimes just shut up. 

Or I screw it up anyway.

And using Castilian Spanish in many places in Mexico and especially the frontera (frontier) like Baja is akin to a Shakespearan-trained student from Oxford conversing with someone from deep Mississippi.  (Nothing against the South…Our U.S. home is in the South.  We love ya’ll!)

There’s a basis of communication, but there are some gaps and holes in the conversation!

So, I bluff.  I nod a lot and say things like “Si.” Or “Correcto.” Or simple phrases like “Tienes razon.”  (You’re right!)

Eventually and thankfully, I’ve developed an ear and usually I finally get the meaning across and under what’s being said.

Hopefully, no worse for wear and tear.  And we go on our way smiling.

I run into so many visitors down here like me.

It’s not like Spanish is truly “foreign” per se.  The language and culture are not strange to the American ear, psyche or way of life.

We drink the beer.  We crave the food.

Either ourselves, family or out best neighbors and co-workers have roots south of the border. We celebrate Cinco de Mayo and don’t know why. 

The language and culture are inescapable in the U.S.

The point is, Americans know a lot more Spanish than we think.  If not from somewhere along the formal education process, then certainly just living and existing exposes us to so much.

But, like me, I hear folks tell me, they’re afraid of trying out their Spanish when they come south.  Afraid of saying something wrong.  Nervous about screwing up.

It makes me grin, but I have all the admiration in the world for folks who give it a try.  The locals are very patient and, especially in the tourist areas, at least speak a modicum of “Span-glish.”

They appreciate the attempt.

Even when I hear folks do their best by simply adding “El” in front of every word.  And they add “O” at the end.

I hear things like “Where-O is-O el hotel-O?”

Good for them. At least they are trying!

My wife Jill is a perfect example. 

She understands Spanish better than myself. I think I speak better Spanish.

But, I honestly cringe sometimes when she speaks.  The grammar is wrong.  Her pronunciation is wrong. 

But, darnit.  She rocks.  Like everything she does.  She is fearless.  She just charges in there and starts talking.  Jumps right in with both feet into conversation.

No point in trying to correct her.  If it’s not broke, don’t fix it!

And she’ll go on and on and she gets her point across. 

Bravo!

She thinks about what she says, not particularly how to say it. 

I spend too much time thinking about how to say things.  Too much precision!

 She just says it and shoots her Spanish out there and enough of it sticks that the conversation moves along quite well.

I need to be more like that. More like her.

I think more visitors should be like that.  Just say it and see what sticks!  Have some fun. 

It’s not like you’re negotiating business deals or talking about international free trade agreements.

You’re on vacation.  You’re ordering tacos and a margarita.  You’re looking for a taxi or the ice machine or asking your captain how many kids he has.

Share the language.  Share the smiles! 

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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-international.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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THE BREAKFAST CLUB – MEXICAN STYLE

THE BREAKFAST CLUB – MEXICO STYLE

Originally Published the Week of Feb. 20, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications

It’s early morning in La Paz and still dark. The sun isn’t up, but the horizon has a small smear of orange light to the east.  The sky is fading from black to purple .

East.  That’s where we’re heading. Southeast to be exact.

There’s 9, 10, a dozen white passenger vans linearly scattered along the desert highway over several dozen miles.  In the dark Baja emptiness each van is marked only because of a pair of headlights piercing the void.

It’s a convoy.  A caravan of sorts.  Every morning during the fishing season for decades the dawn caravan winds it’s way for an hour from La Paz city down over hills to the beach. 

Each van packed with eager fishermen.  Each van’s rooftop rack stacked with ice chests and bundled fishing rods.

The vans belong to the various fishing outfitters like our Tailhunter Sportfishing and other La Paz fleets and this is how each day starts.

We gather fishermen at their various hotels and load them up…in some cases we have to wake/shake them up.  Friends jostle buddies who move too slowly or are trying to shake off the tequila effects from the night before.

Everyone wants to get going.  Everyone wants to get onto the fishing grounds as quickly as possible.  Fishermen can get grumpy over tardiness.

What?  Joe hasn’t woken up yet?  He came home from the bar at 2 a.m? 

Marty is still in the shower?  You’re kidding!

C’mon, Man! Go back up to your room and get your hat and sunglasses!

I forgot my fishing license!

Who has the kids?

They don’t suffer slackers and we hustle as quickly as we can.  We get them settled in the vans.  We can only move as fast as the slowest fisherman.

It’s a ritual.  A fishing tradition every morning.

And off we go.  Van-after-van.

We have 3 vans in the mix today.  I think there are 9 this morning between ours and some other fleets. We are all headed towards a spot called Punta Arenas about an about 60 minutes from La Paz.

In the dark of the Baja desert, it seems a lot longer.

It’s where we launch our boats from the remote beach there.  Our respective captains and their pangas are all waiting in the dark at water’s edge. 

The last half mile is through old arroyos and gritty sandy roads that ultimately are not much more than scraped washboards. 

But, after an hour drive, the sun is now just poking above the horizon and throwing long morning shadows and brilliant rays that cause van drivers to don sunglasses and pull down their visors.

But, once we hit the beach, it’s a bit of controlled madness.

Eager fishermen literally tumble out’ve each van.  Some are still munching breakfast burritos or swallowing the last bit of tepid coffee from a styrofoam cup.

Captains mill about.  Ice chests laden with ice, beer and food are lowered from the van’s roof racks as well as bundles of rods and tackle bags and boxes.

Fishermen are matched up with their captains and the loaded boats are quickly pushed into the surf. Outboards fire up.

High fives, playful smack talk and hoots and everyone is now racing off to the fishing grounds. Today, they head east directly into the sun towards Cerralvo Island.

Word is there’s a jag of tuna and sizeable dorado off the island and everyone is pumped. It’s a raucous world of hectic madness.

…and suddenly just like that, the beach is empty.

…and quiet.

We can see pangas in the distance zooming away, but now the beach has dozens of empty pickup trucks left in the sand by the captains.  There’s a few stray friends here and there on the beach as well as the occasional curios beach dog.

And then there’s about a dozen of us van drivers huddled around our vans.

Everybody OK?  Everyone good?  Todo bien?

And then the smiles break out!

Andale! Most of us work for competing fleets, but ultimately, we all know each other. We’re all friends.  Been driving for years.  Many are related by blood or marriage.

Jorge is Esteban’s brother who is Marcello’s cousin married to Anna’s husband whose kids go to school with Antonio’s kids and are neighbors of Alredo.  You get the idea.

Everyone’s gone and suddenly, we are grown little boys scurrying around now that the parents are gone!  Checking mischieviously if anyone is watching!

Boxes, bags and extra ice chests emerge from the vans.  A hurried circle of gets formed in the sand.

Ice chests become makeshift chairs and tables.  Grins and laughs.  It’s our guilty little secret on the beach!

A meeting of the BREAKFAST CLUB has convened!

While we send the clients out with box and bag lunches of burritos and ham sandwiches, apples and juice boxes, we wait until they have all left the beach.

It’s time!

Lorenzo pulls out pork carnitas grilled with chiles.

Marcello has a whole deep fried snapper and a Tupperware of his wife’s rice.  He’s squeezing fresh lime on it

Juanito reached into his ice chest and produces mini beef ribs covered in a green salsa.

Carlos stopped along the way this morning and has a kilo of warm flour tortillas wrapped in foil and has a pot of shredded beef machaca with scrambled eggs. Cousin Chuy passes around a tray of grilled marlin burritos.

Someone else has homemade beans and chorizo sausage.

I ladle a nice helping of yellowtail ceviche onto my paper plate and give it a healthy squirt of siracha sauce. 

Everyone is laughing and telling food stories.  Everyone has a story about the fishermen in their van.  Some fisherman in the back of the van was farting and driving everyone crazy.  Another guy was already mixing margaritas in a thermos at 5 a.m. 

Julio stands up while eating and is telling jokes while Homero is singing.

This is our breakfast club.  On the beach. Our beach!

A crazy fun buffet as the sun comes up and all the fishermen are gone.  A guilty sunrise pleasure among friends.

We eat and laugh. Lots of horseplay and smack talk as guys will do.

When the food is all gone, some guys walk it off along the empty beach. Others  drift off to their respective vans to find some shade to take long naps with happy tummies.

Life is good.  We wait for the fishermen to come back.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

Jonathan Roldan’s
Tailhunter Sportfishing

www.tailhunter.com

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

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

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

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WHY DO WE HAVE TO FISH SO EARLY?

WHY DO WE HAVE TO FISH SO EARLY?

Originally Published the Week of Feb. 8, 2025 in Western Outdoor Publications

We run a fishing operation in La Paz and over 30 years, we get all kinds of folks who want to go fishing. 

This usually doesn’t happen with veteran fishermen.

But, it happens more frequently with first-timers or don’t have much experience.  We get families.  We get folks who tell me, “We want to give it a try.”  Or, “We’re in town and we thought we want to go fishing just one day!”

We love them all! Experience not necessary!

So, we set them up.  Everything is ready.   We got the boat, the gear, the breakfast, lunches, ice and other essentials are ready to go. 

Let’s go find some fish!

My captain is ready.  We’re ready.  The clients are excited.

Then, I tell them, “We will pick you up at 4:30 a.m.  Don’t be late!”

Silence…and an awkward pause.

Then, I hear the usual comments and questions:

  • “What do you mean 4:30 a.m. You mean IN THE MORNING?”
  • “It’s still dark. You can’t be serious!”
  • “Why so early?”
  • “Do the fish bite that early?”
  • “Can’t we go later or at least after the sun is up?”
  • “What if the captain goes to get the bait then comes back later to get us?”
  • “My kids don’t even get up at home before 7 a.m.!”
  • “My wife/girlfriend/ kids’ won’t go for that!”
  • “If it’s 4:30 a.m., that means we have to get up even earlier to get ready.
  • I need at least an hour to shower and get ready!”

I don’t let them see me roll my eyes.  But, I go through my usual explanation about needing to:

  • Get bait
  • Get going before the tide or wind comes up
  • Get to the fishing grounds before it gets crowded
  • Because the fish have been biting early
  • Get going because others are also ready to go and they aren’t going to wait or be happy about being held up from fishing

 

Those are the pragmatic and practical reasons that I use to get folks moving so early. 

C’mon! Let’s move! Move! Move!

Get ‘em loaded on our boats headed out and rolling to the fishing grounds.

But, if they’re not real fishermen or don’t have much fishing or outdoor experience, it would be pointless and time-consuming to give them the real intangible reasons for getting up early.

I grew up on the water.

Fishing and being outdoors is something I’ve done all my life.  It’s one of the greatest blessings of my life.  Almost everything in my life can be traced in some way, shape or form connected to my life on or near the water.

Maybe you’re one of those who understand.

How do I explain what it feels like in the morning heading out on a boat.

It’s still dark.  Maybe there’s a sliver of orange light on the horizon turning the distant clouds and sky a deep purple.

The moon is on the other end of the sky and fading.

The wind hits you in the face with the taste of salt.  It is cool and bracing.  

It contrasts with the humid morning air.  The boat deck rocks and bounces gently as it skims over the gentle sea.

You’re headed to the fishing grounds!

As many times as you’ve done this, each time feels new.  Each time is a fresh adventure.  It’s an experience that many people will never have.  You feel blessed.

If you’re young the anxiety and excitement wakens every sense. You feel it.  You smell it.  You taste it.  It’s a grand day full of expectation.

Or maybe you’re older, you might be thinking of all the other times, experiences, memories and friends that have been part of your journeys.  In some existential manner, they all travel with you and crowd the hard drive in your mind vying for room in little flashes .

They still travel with you. 

Especially the memories of friends and families. Especially those who have passed on.  Kodak moments forever.

And you wonder how many more trips you have as well.  No matter who many times you’ve done it, each time is a little different.  An original unlike any others.

You look around you.  At your compadres or friends or kids.  How can you not smile? 

The sun is now a giant orange globe exploding from the surface of the ocean. 

You look around and try to take it all in.  The sea…the land…the beach…the boat…the beer in the ice chest…absorbing as much as you can to lock it into priceless memory that you want to hold onto.

In many cases, you’re not even thinking about fishing.  Catching fish is not that critical. 

Or maybe you ARE thinking about fishing and you can’t wait.  The boat is simply too slow this morning!

But, you’ll get there when you get there.

The early mornings are hard to explain to someone who doesn’t already have it in their DNA. 

It’s about a morning filled with the promise of something grand.  It’s something bigger than you.  There are no words.  There are only inexplicable moments.

All that I can lamely explain to some folks is that, “We get up early so we can catch fish!”

It’s not really a fib.  It’s true.  But, it’s hardly the whole story.

Honestly, sometimes it’s a dealbreaker. 

“Nah, that’s too early. Let’s cancel.  I’d rather stay in bed and not miss breakfast.  I”ll  hang on the beach all day or go into town.”

I’m disappointed. 

They’ll miss something so much larger than breakfast.  Something timeless.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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!

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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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DOUBLE-DOG-DARE OF STUPIDITY

Strong…powerful…fast and unpredictable!  And they have a pointy-thing in front!

DOUBLE-DOG-DARE of STUPIDITY

Originally Published the Week of Jan. 20th in Western Outdoor Publications

In more than 30 years of guiding and chartering folks down here in Baja and other places in the country and world, I gotta say that I’ve seen some folks do some pretty stupid things.

No other way around it.

Sometimes smart intelligent folks just leave their brains home when they go on vacation.

Sometimes, it’s the alcohol…”We just stopped in for one shot of tequila.”

Sometimes, folks just forget they’re not 18 anymore…”Hold my beer for a second.  I used to do this with my eyes closed.”

Sometimes, it’s just dumb-bass pride…”I don’t want our kids to think their dad’s a weenie!”

Sometimes, we think we’re so clever and sneaky…”Well,  I’ll go if all your guys go and no one ever says anything…”

Yea…it happens.  It happens a lot.

And I’m as guilty as the next person.

Except I wasn’t on vacation.  I was working.

Some 30 years ago, I was working as a guide and deckhand in Loreto.  It’s about 5 hours north of where we live now in La Paz.

Just a beautiful place and the town.   Back then it was just a smidgen larger than a pueblo.

Very laid back.  Not so touristy.  Cows and stray dogs could still be found walking downtown…if you could call it that.

We were out working the channel on a small cruiser near Isla Carmen.  Maybe a mile off the beach.

We were having a great time.

It was one of those days when the sailfish were going crazy and every lure or bait tossed in the water got hit.  The two fishing clients were having the time of their lives.

To their credit, they were releasing all their fish.

About the 4th sailfish someone got the brilliant idea to realease the fish by jumping off the boat and into the water.

Of course, we had purely magnanimous good-intentions.

It’s always better never to bring a hooked fish into the boat, especially large fish like a billfish.

It’s not just for safety.   Hoisting fish out’ve the water;  holding them for photos before releasing them seems like the sporting thing to do.

However, it potentially damages their internal organs because they no longer have water pressure holding supporting their bodies.  Gravity starts ripping up their insides.

It  actually defeats the whole purpose of releasing a fish to live and swim healthy another day.

Our two older anglers were busy fishing.   Being older, there was no way they were going to climb into the water.  However, to myself and the other deckhand this sounded like great fun!

Here we go…”Hold my beer…”

Slipping into that warm blue water of the Sea of Cortez is always a treat.  Waters were calm that day and visibility was excellent.  You could see down perhaps 30-40’ below the boat.

Let’s do this!

The guys would hook and fight a fish.  We were careful not to get tangled in the lines or get in the way of fighting zooming fish.  It was pretty exciting to be in the water.

Eventually, the fish would tire and get brought next to the boat.

We would gently hold the fish with gloves and remove the hook.  These sailfish were all sturdy powerful 80-100 pound fish.  But after battling, they were actually rather subdued, docile and seemingly exhausted.

Then, we got the even “more brilliant” idea!

In order to revie a tired fish, it’s customary to move them back and forth through the water to help oxygenate their gills which helps to “revive them.”

So that motion evolved into “Let’s hold their tails as long as we can as they swam away!”

So, we would grab a hold of each sailfish by the tail.

…and hold on!

They would leisurely swim down into the depths dragging a knuckleheaded deckhand with them.   We would hang on as long as we could hold our breaths, maybe 20-30 feet down then kick hard back to the surface.

By then the fishermen would probably have another sailfish hooked up!

But wow!  What a cool experience.

Not many folks could claim to have ridden a sailfish!  Oh the stories we would tell!

By the time I had ridden 3, my buddy had ridden two and we were like two giddy kids in the water!

I think we were on our 7th or 8th fish and a big one got brought alongside the boat.

Normally, my buddy would hold the tail.  I would hold the head and remove the hook as gently as possible. We had done a few fish by this time.

We were getting kinda cocky.

Releasing fish was a no-brainer.  We were anxious to take our rides!

So, this big fella in my hands suddenly decided to go ballistic next to the boat!   He wasn’t done yet!

And make no mistake, these are powerful apex predator fish built for speed. Sailfish have been know to hit 40-50 mph or more in the water.

This big guy suddenly and unexpectedly thrashed wildly.  I let go of it’s head and bill in the massive whitewater of bubbles and foam.

When I opened my eyes…

…the tip of the sailfish bill was about 3 inches from my right eye!

If that fish even twitched a flick of it’s tail, I would not be writing this story now.   I would’ve had my skull impaled on the end of a sailfish with a whole different story to tell.

Except I wouldn’t be the one telling it.

I like to think that the sailfish was just exercising a little forebearing restraint to the guys that were releasing it.

For whatever reason, I remain grateful.  And terrified.

In our idiotic glee we had forgotten that these were wild animals.  Not Disneyland rides.

Nature gave me a quick wake-up call…a masterclass in stupidity.

Eleven sailfish that day.

I jumped back in the boat and stayed there. I think we had caught enough fish for the day.  Let’s get back to the marina.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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!

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Jonathan Roldan’s

Tailhunter Sportfishing

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:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBLvdHL_p4-OAu3HfiVzW0g
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APPLES and ORANGES – Tailhunter Sportfishing La Paz

APPLES & ORANGES

Originally Published in Western Outdoor Publications Jan. 2025

Insofar as we’re just making it to the other side of the holiday season, I was reminded of an incident about 20 years ago here in La Paz.  It was just before Christmas.

One of the charity organizations here in town contacted us about some donations for a Christmas party they were going to throw.  It was for schoolkids in one of the underserved outlying communities on the city’s periphery.

This was an area of plywood houses; tin roofs and dirt streets.  Water and electricity were sporadic and erratic at best.

The organization asked if we would make a donation to the event.  That sounded great.  What would you like us to donate?

They asked for candy.

UH….I don’t think so. That won’t work for us.  We would rather donate something else if we could!

They were pretty adamant.  This was a Christmas party.  You know.   It’s the season for sugar plums and candy canes.

All the other donors were contributing big piles of candy and sweets.   How about us?

We told them we would rather donate something like apples and oranges.

There was a moment of silence.

Fruit?  Are you kidding?  Why fruit?

We explained that these kids out there are known to have terrible dental hygiene.  I mean, they don’t even have water out there.  So bathing, washing and brushing teeth are more than just problematic.

We had done work with some of the other outlying areas and the kids out there had notorious bad teeth.  So, why are we giving them more sugar?

Not to mention that diabetes and nutrition issues are rampant in Mexico.

The charity organization wasn’t real happy with us.  They insisted on candy.  We told them it wasn’t going to happen.  We were sending cartons of fruit or nothing.

They finally acquiesced.

Done deal.  We sent the orders for the fruit.

And we didn’t think about it again.  Feliz Navidad, everyone!

. . .Until we got a phone call from the organizer.

She was literally gushing with excitement.

She told us that when the kids were presented with the fruit, they were ecstatic.  As the fruits were distributed, kids cradled them in their hands like treasure.

Some ran home to show parents. Some gathered in little groups to examine them.

Apparently, many of the children had never had an orange or an apple in their lives.  Some had never even seen an apple or an orange let alone tasted one!

It turns out, the fruit were the most coveted and cherished part of the program.  Simple apples and oranges…who knew?

It’s the little things that we take for granted that make big differences.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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 Sportfishing

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

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

Tailhunter YouTube Video Channel:

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MAKING THE BIG LEAP

MAKING THE BIG LEAP

Originally published in Western Outdoor Publications Dec. 2024

 

“Living the Dream!”

You’re getting to that age.

You’re getting the itch.

You’re kinda fed up with cities, freeways, or maybe just life in the U.S. in general.

The blue water of Mexico becon.  A retirement life with your toes in the sand sure sounds better and better.

Perfectly understandable.

Mexico is the #1 retirement destination for Amerians.  Over 2 million ex-pats have done it.

But can you do it? Should you do it?

Aside from the language, cultural and social differences, the first thing that probably pops is whether you can afford it.

There’s a lot of variables to consider.

Obviously, you know what your income will be after you push yourself away from the 9-5 grind. You have some idea of the expenses you will have into your golden years no matter if you move to Mexico or stay in the U.S.

All that being said, can you afford to live in Mexico?

It’s like anywhere else ultimately.

Where you live in the country…or what Mexican state you live in…or what city you want to live in will play a big part.  Even more minutely, where you live in a particular city plays a big part.

Like living in the U.S., living in New York is a lot different than living living in Boise, Idaho.  Living on the Pacific Coast with an ocean view is much different than having a place in the plains of West Texas.

Living in Beverly Hills in Los Angeles is more than a few economic brackets higher than living in East Los Angeles.

So Mexico is no different. Location.  Location.  Location.

It also depends if you plan to buy or rent.

Then, you need to determine your lifestyle.

Sitting in the park playing BINGO and feeding the pigeons in front of the local Mexican church sounds like paradise.  But, many retirees are much more active these days.

You really just want to bike ride or walk your dog along the waterfront and buy vegetables from the farmer’s market?  Perfect.

But, if you’re accustomed to your usual amenities like dining out; live music; and theater, then you need to make allowances for that.

Likewise, if you’re planning to do things like fishing, diving; sailing; etc.  Figure in more if you plan to have your own boat!

Do you plan to travel for pleasure?  Or do you need to travel for family reasons (checking on the grandkids back in the U.S.?)

What about the all-important medical insurance?  Do you keep your medical insurance back in the U.S. or do you obtain Mexican insurance?  Maybe you should keep both.

Honestly, think about it.

God forbid something critical occurs do you want to be treated in Mexico or the U.S.?  Having a heart issue is a lot different than treating a badly sprained ankle or an infected cut.

Again, much depends on where you plan to live.  Medical services and facilities tend to be much better in cities or high income areas.  Obviously, less so in more rural areas.

And if something critical should happen, you need to think about how far your are from emergency care as well as how long it will take for first responders.

Heart attack? Stroke? Minutes are a life-and-death issue.

So, these are all things that need to be put into your thinking cap.

Statistics have shown that the average American lives on about $3500 per month.   There’s a lot of variation and that doesn’t necessarily mean “comfortably” retired, but this is an “average.”

The average amount of retirement income by retirees varies from about $2700 per month to $4500 per month.  Again, this is an average and varies around the U.S.

Compare this to Mexico where statistics show a couple can relatively and comfortably retire on about $1600-$2500 per month.  Of course depending on many of the variables mentioned earlier.

You could pay more.  You could live on less.

But, it’s still 30-40% less than in the U.S.

Figure most folks spend about 20 years in retirement these days.

Life everything else…do the math and make an informed decision!

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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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Winter Vacation Dilemmas: Book Ahead or Risk It?

DANGED IF YOU DO DANGED IF YOU DON’T

Originally Published In Western Outdoor Publications

If you had not already made it, a lot of folks are planning their winter vacations about now.  I know where we live in La Paz, we’re starting to see the snowbirds descend on our area. 

We think things are starting to get “chilly” when the thermometer drops into the 60’s and 70’s.  But it’s still a sight warmer than places like Canada, North Dakota and Washington.

Like any vacation of this sort, you probably start with flights then lodging.  Then, you may or may not make reservations for your activities.

Will you want to go fishing?  Scuba diving?  Kayaking?  Maybe some famous booze cruise?

So, here’s the conundrum. 

Making reservations for activities in the winter are a lot different than activities in the summer.   Forget all the glossy internet and magazine photos. 

The reality is that its WINTER! 

No matter who you are or where you’re coming from…no matter that you got the mega deal on your hotel room and the all-you-can-eat buffet is waiting, you cannot change the fact that it’s winter.

And that means weather.  Erratic weather.  Especially if you plan to do any activities on the ocean.

So you want to go fishing in Cabo?  Or Puerto Vallarta? Some other spot?

It could be flat or calm or you find out too late that those winter waves coming across the Pacific Ocean were meant just to spoil your day. Those blasting gusting winds aren’t any fun either.

Scuba diving or snorkeling?  Same thing.  Waves and wind on top.  Cold murky water below the surface.

The booze cruise turns changes your day from a holding your margarita to holding down your lunch.

But, the reality is weather happens.

The conundrum is whether you should make your reservations ahead of time or wait.

If you make your reservations ahead of time, at least you have something on the agenda.  You have more choices in vendors.  Maybe there’s a discount.  You have more options.  There’s a sense of security.  

Barring other unforeseen things, you’re locked in.

On the other hand, you could wait.

Check out the weather.  Do a little more research.  Walk around the area and shop.  Talk to people.

But if you wait, you might find out your first choice is sold out.  They might all be sold out! 

Or, your last choice in activity vendor is the operation that no one wanted anyway. 

There’s a reason why that last guy didn’t have any customers!

Or, if the demand is high, forget the discounts.  You might end up paying a premium. 

The vendor knows he will sell out. If you want that last set of seats, he can charge whatever he wants.  If you snub him, he knows he can sell it to someone else.

But what happens if you book either before-hand or on-the-fly.

What happens if weather un-corks itself right on your picnic.

If you’ve already climbed aboard and are out on the water, it kinda depends. Maybe a generous provider or outfitter will give you credit or a discount towards another trip. 

A “rain check” if you will.

But, don’t count on it.  Definitely, you won’t get your money back.  Especially in Mexico. 

Gas has been bought for the boat.  The crew has been paid.  Permits have already been paid.

 If food was provided, and you already started in on it, or even if it hasn’t been touched, it can’t be saved for the next day and still be fresh.

So, you’re outta luck. 

That’s just how things are.  You take that chance anytime you head out on the water.  Even during the best times.

But, what if you booked in advance.  You’ve paid a deposit.  Maybe you’ve already paid for the whole thing.

And then, it’s too rough.  Or dangerous.  Or a storm hits.

Again, you probably won’t get a refund, but you might want to look at your invoice if you even got one.  Most operators I know DO NOT provide refunds.

But, you might get a credit for another day or another trip. But, honestly, how often do you plan to come back to this same destination?

Again, you might just be out-of-luck. 

Decisions.  Decisions.

Personally, I book ahead of time and I do my research ahead of time.  If an operator has been around for awhile, they are not fly-by-night operators.

It takes a lot to stay in any business and keep it going.

And, I would specifically ask what happens if there’s a weather or other unforeseen issues.   

Better to know ahead of time than finding out right in the middle of your vacation.

That’s my story!

Jonathan

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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!

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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

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

Tailhunter YouTube Video Channel:

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