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WON News Column by Jonathan Roldan

WON’s weekly Baja columnist as WESTERN OUTDOORS magazine’s Baja

Backbeat, Jonathan Roldan came to Western Outdoors Publications after writing for numerous national and international publications and has been writing for over 30 years.

He worked in radio, TV and print publications for many years and then attended law school and practiced as a courtroom litigator in the the ‘80s and ‘90s. However, having been raised fishing, diving, hiking and camping all his life, the draw of Baja and writing lured him away. He moved to Baja Mexico in 1996 where he operates a Tailhunter International fishing tours in La Paz.

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Tap, Double Click & Scroll – Information Overload
As a little kid in Hawaii, a cacophony of wild roosters started my day. I would climb out the upstairs window and shimmy down the drainpipe. In the semi-darkness a slivered sunrise peeked over the ocean a mile away down the hill.

A barefoot run across the wet grass to the neighbor kid’s place next door. Step over a lazy dog or two. Stand on the trash cans tippy-toe and knock on the glass. He would climb out the window too.

We weren’t sneaking out…per se. We just knew going out the window was better than waking up the whole house and incurring the wrath of family members.

We’d grab our “tackle” and off we’d walk to another fishing adventure. Daily. Same routine. Two brown-skinned island versions of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer.

Tackle consisted of a bamboo “pole.” No reel. Our line was called “string.” Sometimes it really was just that… string. Sometimes, we had a few yards of the real stuff we called “suji” that was highly treasured.

One or two hooks. A piece of stinky shrimp or two for bait. Some cold fried spam and rice for lunch wrapped in wax paper carried in a threadbare makeshift rice bag over the shoulder. No shoes. No shirts. No worries.

And that was it. It worked. All the time. Didn’t know any better. Didn’t care. We had fun.

Fast forward. Many years. Many fishing trips. In a galaxy far far away. Today. Living in Baja running a fishing operation.

On the internet. I am researching. Tap. Tap. Scan. Click. Delete. Tap. Click.

Every week, I get questions about fishing tackle, tactics and gear.

“What’s the best rig for wahoo?”

“Do you think green line will work best for inshore fishing or should I use clear?”

What do you think of …?

“Everyone is talking about this new bait that guarantees a bite. Is it true?”

Many of the e-mails are politely prefaced with, “I hate to bother you but…”

Or, “I have a dumb question to ask…”

Listen, from many years fishing and making a living at it, I know a thing-or-two. I know what I know. But, I’m always learning. I don’t know everything.

But, if I don’t know something, I like to look it up so I can sound half-way knowledgeable when I respond to these questions.

So, I usually hit the internet. It’s a long way from a bamboo fishing rod with “string.”

It’s a curse, I tell ya. Or a blessing. It’s another of those things that cuts both ways.

I sometimes feel like this “information super highway” is more like a fire hydrant you just can’t shut off. Tap. Tap. Click. Tap. Scroll. Delete.


Eliptical gearing


Tournament Carbon

Hangnail Point (my favorite!)

Selectable Power

Helical Cut

Cold Forged

Prism Flash

Flex Nylon

Say What? Where does one start? Where does it end? How does one make a decision? If I’m confused, I can imagine poor Mr. Jones who goes fishing maybe once or twice a year.

It’s impossible to sift through it. But we bumble and stumble and make our call and our “informed” decisions.

Back in “young kid days,” Mr. Haraguchi’s tackle store was part warehouse, part tractor shop and part dry goods store. Old Mr. Haraguchi could fix your “Frigidaire” or sharpen your garden hoe or adjust Auntie’s Lani’s Singer sewing machine.

Mr. Harguchi’s store used to be painted pink at one time, I think. Maybe back when the missionaries first landed. Or Captain Cook. It was a long time ago.

Exposed weather-scoured concrete blocks peeked through what was left of the paint job. Like someone had taken steel wool to the walls.

A patchwork of rusty tin roof pretended to protect the interior from the island sun and tropical showers. It was next to an expansive sugar cane field and a gravel utility road to nowhere on the edge of our small plantation town.

Inside. Nothing fancy. No displays. No signs. No neon. I don’t remember if it even had lights. It was always dim. Like your favorite uncle’s old garage. I remember subdued sunlight struggling through a greasy back window showing the ever-present red Hawaiian dust.

It had ancient glass display counters here and there. No aisles to speak of. More like haphazard “islands” of merchandise. Jars of odds and ends. Boxes and crates in no particular rhyme or reason.

If you needed something, you asked him. He’d put on his wire glasses and shuffle to find things of which only he knew the location. His old rubber Japanese slippers rasping along the concrete floor here. Then there. Ah… here they are.

Hooks came out’ve a yellowed-box. Right next to the penny nails. Fishing lead was fingered out’ve a foggy-glassed apothecary jar. It was there next to another jar of hard black licorice.

See it? It’s on the dusty scratched-glass counter with kitchen knives and FOUR-in-ONE oil as well as boxes of cellophane-wrapped Japanese candies and preserved plum seeds.

If you asked for something and he didn’t have it, he would just tell you that you didn’t need it. Or just say, “You don’t need it.” Cut you off mid-sentence.

What about…? You don’t need it.

Do you have..? You don’t need that either.

He was patient enough to also tell us little fellas why we didn’t need it. Keep it simple. And that was that. Old Mr. Haraguchi was always right.

OK. Go catch fish, kids. I’m busy. Aloha.

A bit like Mr. Miyagi from the Karate Kid movies. Or Cain from the old Kung Fu series. Move along, little Grasshopper. Grand master of word economy.

He’d take our nickels and pennies carefully counted out and cha-ching them into the ancient tarnished cash register. Then scuffle away to whatever he was tinkering with in the back room.

I could use Mr. Haraguchi hovering over my shoulder today. Click. Scroll. Tap. Double tap. I surf the web muddling through technology.

No, you don’t need that. You don’t need that either. He would probably tell me that I also don’t need the internet. Ouch. Harsh!

But, I never forgot that he told me to keep it simple. And so when I answer tackle questions, I try to tell folks to keep it simple too. I try to do the same if I get confused or carried away by the onslaught of information.

Note to self.

Don’t get too confused by the marketing. It always boils down to simple things and simple rules. Fish gotta eat. Big fish eat small fish. Big fish… big bait. Make the fish eat what is on your hook and you will catch the fish.

Mr. Haraguchi was always right, Grasshopper. Click. Scroll. Tap. Close laptop. Go fish.

They said it would be a dry heat
It was 4:30 in the morning. Still dark. The hint of a moonglow could be seen behind the layer of illuminated cloud cover.

Not a leaf was moving in the heavy air. Neither, were Nieto, the hotel security guard or myself. Moving that is. That would have required effort.

We sat on the front steps of the reception area of the hotel. We were waiting for my fishing clients to come downstairs so we could load them in our shuttle van and get them to the beach to go fishing.

Nothing was moving except the beads of perspiration rolling off my forehead and my arms. I could see Nieto was soaked as well. The only movement I could see in the dark were his eyes blink and his Adam’s apple swallow hard. Enduring it.

As I found out later, at 4:30 a.m. it was 93 degrees but the humidity was a whopping 89 percent already! Oppressively all-encompassing Baja steam.

Apply any cliché you want. It hung there heavy as a soggy drape in a steamroom gym. Blanketed over your head. Actually breathing heated wet air. Like mom left the vaporizer on. Or the shower turned full to “H.”

I’m generally not a sweaty person. I’ve lived in tropics of Hawaii. I’ve lived in Washington D.C. I’m no stranger to humidity. But, I can’t remember when it was simply too sticky to even move.

Heck with this, I thought. I’m a weenie. When the clients come downstairs, they can load themselves in the van. I’m headed for the air-conditioner.

I didn’t really do that, but I was sure thinking it! How can this be? The sun isn’t even up, but the earth was already a giant steamed tamale.

But, it’s getting to that time of the year. Temperature-wise, it might be a tolerable 90 degrees. But, it’s the humidity that stops folks in their tracks, saps energy and sometimes makes folks pretty sick. I have clients from Vegas where it’s 130 and 110 in Sacramento and 118 in Phoenix but wilt here in Baja by 8 a.m.

And these aren’t reckless folks. They’ve got the hats and sunscreen and long-sleeve t-shirts. They’re doing their best to stay under the boat’s bimini shade.

But, that’s all well and good for the sun. The sun comes from above. Humidity permeates everything. It’s nature’s terrorist assault from all angles.

First, you’ve got warm water being heated even more by the sun. It’s evaporating all around you and rising into the air. It makes the air heavy.

If there’s enough of it, it rises into clouds above the water. You can often see big puffy thunderheads building up by the end of the day especially bays and channels where the water is shallower, warmer and therefore more susceptible to heat and evaporation.

This is also the rainy season, so-to-speak. Regular high-cloud cover is not uncommon as cells big and small roll through. They’re not necessarily dropping precipitation, but enough to somewhat block the sun.

Well, El Sol doesn’t just go away. It’s burning right through that cloud cover which is putting even more moisture into the air. Just because the sun isn’t shining doesn’t mean you can’t get sunburn. It doesn’t mean it’s any cooler either.

You end up with this chopsuey of heavy air. It’s not a dry heat. It’s a wet thick viscous gooey heat that’s not in the travel brochures.

I was doing some reading in a great book called “Grunt…the Curious Science of Humans at War” by Mary Roach. She goes into some fascinating details about clinical studies done on behalf of our troops in the Middle East regarding the deadly combo of heat and humidity.

Physiologically, she explains, “ When the air is cooler than 92 degrees Fahrenheit, the body can cool itself by radiating heat into the cooler air. Over 92, no go. Radiation’s partner is convection: That cloud of damp heated air your body has generated rises away from your skin, allowing cooler air to take it’s place. And, provided it’s drier, allowing more sweat to evaporate. Likewise, a breeze cools you by blowing away the penumbra of swampy air created by your body. If the air that moves in to take it’s place is cooler and drier, so, then, are you. “

If it’s not moving and hot and heavy, you’re not getting cooler You’re gonna overheat. You sweat more, but it’s not necessarily cooling you off. And sweating, is drawing blood and moisture from other parts of your body.

Say, you’re in a boat fighting a fish and exerting yourself, Roach explains that the muscles you’re using demand more blood and oxygen that the body needs for sweating and cooling the skin.

Go long enough and your brain doesn’t get enough blood. It’s needed elsewhere to help toiling muscles. Blood pressure goes down. You get heat exhaustion and faint.

Not necessarily real serious except you panic everyone, but now you’re horizontal, you’re no longer exerting. Blood flows back to your noggin. Your buddies help you to your feet. Your terrified wife says next year, you’re going to Disneyland.

Heatstroke, on the other hand, can get your wife that big insurance policy. She’s going to Disneyland without you.

Again, it’s the competition for blood as your muscles want blood and oxygen and your sweat is trying to cool down your core. You’re underhydrated (you pee’d away all your beer) and there’s not enough water to replenish your blood volume. The exertion is also generating heat…in the heat of the sun…in the humidity. CRASH!!!

Deprived of oxygen, glucose and toxic waste pickup, organs start failing. Perfect storm. Bacteria leaks into the blood and a “systemic inflammatory response” sets in, and multi-organ damage ensues. Delerium, sometimes coma, even death may follow, according to Roach.

Ever fought a fish long and hard and it can’t be revived? Same thing. Over-exertion and systems failure. That’s you! Belly up. Gaffed and into the box.

Don’t be a fish! Be pre-emptive.

Drink lots of water. Hydration does NOT include mango margaritas or light beer. I aim for an ounce for every pound I weigh. Daily.

In addition to sun protection, help your body with loose light-colored clothing. There’s a reason folks in the Middle East wear billowy clothing. It helps keep the heat off the skin and help evaporation of sweat. Dark colors absorb heat.

Also, for Pete’s sake, keep your shirt on. Yes, you’ve got great tribal ink and I hate your six-pack abs, but you’re not doing yourself favors.

It’s false security. Studies show bare skin gets as much as 10 degrees hotter than fully-clothed skin. Plus you’re gonna get sunburned as hell, lobster boy.

Prevention doesn’t take much. Go fish. Don’t be a fish. Be ready to fight another day. It’s prime time for fishing right now and through the fall. Stay upright!

Next level Baja vacation
So, you’ve done the Baja/Mexico thing a bunch of times.

Yawn… — You did the booze cruise. Check.

— You’ve danced the Macarena until dawn. Check.

— Photo taken with the Tijuana donkeys painted like zebras? Done that.

— Photo taken upside down at the Giggling Marlin. Want to forget that one, but Check.

— Ensenada love boat/cruise ship. Check.

— Zipline and dolphin swim. Right.

— Flirt with skin cancer without a shirt on the East Cape. OUCH. That too.

— Camel riding? Uh… that one can wait.

So, what next? I was thinking of my personal list of “must do” things if you wanted to go outside your comfort box and maybe take your next Baja trip to the next level. Here’s some suggestions.

Eat at a Mexican food cart — To some of you, that’s as natural as pulling up to the McDonald’s drive-thru. To many locals, it’s exactly the same. I saw some statistics that show 85 percent of Mexicans eat 70 percent of their meals from carts.

However, you’d be surprised how many gringos either really want to try it and don’t know where or how or scrunch their nose at the idea. Give it a go.

Just like back home with a burger joint, go to the place that has a line around it, especially late at night. You can’t go wrong. Not only economical, but some of the best tacos, tortas (Mexican sandwiches), fresh seafood, burgers (served with ham… called a “hamburger” for a reason), burritos and hot dogs (Mexican style wrapped in bacon and slathered with chili, mustard, mayo and onions!)

Befriend a Taxi Driver — If you ever run into a taxi driver you really like, hire him for the day. Most of them jump at the chance to have regular work and not only do you make a great friend, but probably the best tour guide you ever had.

Taxi drivers know the best places for local food, shopping, and tours. Sure, it might be their cousin Sergio’s place, but so what? You’ll probably get extra special attention and better prices than at the tourist places. Tip well and make a friend for the rest of your trip.

Go to a Farmers Market or Open Market — Every Mexican city has an open market. Often in a warehouse, permanent or semi-permanent booths offer fish, seafood, vegetables, cheeses, household items and artisan handicrafts. And the food booths offering empanadas, sopes, menudo, tacos, carnitas (roasted pork) and other delicacies served at food counters or picnic tables are not to be missed. Get some true “local flavor” on all levels. You can smell the barbecue and chilis a block away!

By the same token, many open air “farmer’s markets” are popping up as well. Here’s where folks like us often purchase our organic groceries and vegetables, breads, cheeses, sauces, eggs and chicken. But, many vendors also sell barbecued meat, pies, wine, pastries, pasta and other goodies. You may have noticed a “food theme” in this column this week. Very neighborly atmosphere!

Visit a Church — As in many Spanish-speaking nations, the church has been a religious, cultural and social center since the days of the conquistadors. Take a visit, especially to one of the older churches. If you can, hopefully, you’ll catch a Mass, wedding, baptism or First Communion. If you really want a sense of the local community, this is it.

Be respectful. Guys, take off your hats. Go easy with the cameras. Leave a small offering.

If it’s one of the older churches, don’t forget to look at the architecture and artifacts… the massive beams… the stonework… the craftsmanship borne of religious dedication and simple back-breaking work. Imagine the energy it took in the Mexican heat to build the structure or get some of those items from the old world.

Get Wet Higher Than Your Waist — Our captains and I know what you’re doing when we see you walk out into the water only up to your waist! But seriously, take the plunge hopefully up-current from your buddies. At least step away from the hotel swimming pool!

I fished in Baja for years before I decided to bring a mask and snorkel. That led me to eventually get my dive certification and eventually become a working divemaster. I never regretted it.

It’s an entirely different world “down there” and even coming from Hawaii, Mexico has some of the most intensely beautiful waters in the world and surely more sea life. Jacques Cousteau called the Sea of Cortez the “aquarium of the world” and to-date, more than 700 species of fish have been identified. It will give you an entirely different appreciation and respect for the fragile incredible ecosystem.

Find a Park on a Weekend — Find a bench. Feed the birds. Listen to free performers and musicians. Buy an Indican carving. Purchase some pastries from a food booth and wash it down with some icy sweet watermelon or cantaloupe agua fresca. Listen to poetry readings or school kids doing plays. Join into a game of checkers (no Spanish needed) or for a few pesos buy a card and play Mexican bingo with the locals.

Get yourself invited — I love telling the story of one of my fishing clients who was walking down the street after dinner one night. A retired school teacher, he got stopped by some young men. They invited him to a “party” the next night and said they would pick him up at his hotel.

He came to be a bit anxious and asked me if he should go. Without having been there or knowing more, I told him getting in the car with a bunch of young guys to go to a party might not be a good idea.

I found out later, he went anyway.

It turned out to be a bunch of college students taking an English class and they were on a scavenger-hunt-of-sorts to “bring a gringo” to dinner. The whole class was there for a barbecue along with several other “captured gringos.”

Being a former school teacher, he told me what a great time he had answering questions about life in the U.S., movie stars, English words and phrases. “The girls wanted to know about fashion and how many celebrities I knew. The guys wanted to know about American girls and pick-up lines!” He said it was one of the best experiences he ever had.

If you can make friends in Mexico (like your favorite taxi driver or fishing captain or waiter), get yourself invited to a dinner or a wedding or some other social event. Of course, don’t just wander off into a dark alley or jump in someone’s car, no matter where you are in the world. Use common sense! But, some of your most treasured moments of your vacation are often found away from the hotel swim up bar or buffet line. Be a good guest!

Well, that explains a lot
Well, that explains a lot

I was doing a little online research about some obscure Mexican history and, as web-surfing often does, I stumbled into some completely different stuff.

And, that led me to something else…and something else.

That’s why it’s called “web-surfing.” And there went my evening and my initial research.

I bumbled upon a couple of websites that post lists of the average wages for various Mexican jobs.

Take a look at some of the higher end occupations.

I looked at websites and divided by the current peso-to-dollar exchange rate of the devalued Mexico peso. It’s 18 pesos for one U.S. dollar right now.

Compare them to your own job. Would you be willing to work for these paychecks? Ready to apply?

Remember these are the jobs that require either a bit of education or at least a good chunk of experience. They show median salaries for these job categories.

Of course, these are general and salaries vary from area-to-area. There are also other variables to factor into the equation like experience; city; specific industry, etc.

These might surprise you.

Operations Manager - $28,016 per year ($2334 per month)

Information Technician - $27,031 per year ($2252 per month)

Softwear Engineer - $15,132 per year ($1261 per month)

Design Architect - $10,237 per year ($853 per month)

Physician (General Practice) - $13,080 per year ($1090 per month)

Graphic Designer - $7560 per year ($630 per month)

Check out what your average State and Federal Mexican police officer pulls home (before taxes, etc.)

State Police Officer - $6,666 per year ($555 per month)

Federal Police Officer - $8000 per year ($666 per month)

Municipal police officers make a lot less.

Contrary to the stereotype, there are many good, hard-working and dedicated law enforcement officers in Mexico. But, you can imagine the temptation to either accept bribes; look the other way (“They don’t pay me enough to risk my neck or my family!”) or outright participate in criminal activity.


Take a look at your average worker in Mexico. These are the good folks most tourists run into on a daily basis on their vacations.

As of the beginning of 2016, the average minimum wage in Mexico was raised to a whopping (drumroll please)…

$73.04 pesos…or about $4.05 PER DAY.

That’s not per hour. That’s what you would earn PER DAY if you were an average employee or general laborer in Mexico.

And yes, taxes are technically deducted just like anywhere else. Maybe union fees, social security, etc. That’s an astronomical gross of $28 bucks a week!

Your working day can be 8-12 hours per day or longer. There are no regulations really on how long you have to work. I know guys who work 10-15 hours regularly. And no overtime!

You go 6-7 days per week. Do the math and you’ll get pretty depressed fast.

It kinda helps explain the immigration situation a bit. It’s why your local Home Depot has a ready labor group willing to paint your fence.

What would YOU do if you had a family to feed and you pulled down less than $30 per week?

And, at the rate the peso is falling in the market, you’re earning even less than ever and it’s not looking good!

So, what must your average hotel employee think as Americans toss $20 bills around. Or we think no big thing of $100 dinners.

Leaving two bucks on the dresser of your hotel room for the maid is a ½ day salary for her. Imagine receiving a tip at your own job worth ½ of your daily salary.

Here’s some other general minimum salaries to take a look at:

Chain Grocery Store Cashier - $4.92 per day ($34.44 per week)

Security Guard - $5.23 per day ($36.67 per week)

Hotel Maid - $5.37 per day ($37.59 per week)

Electrician - $5.55 per day ($38.85 per week)

Mechanic - $583 per day ($40.83 per week)

Bartender - $5.36 per day ($37.58 per week)

Janitor - $4.05 per day ($28 per week)

So, let’s see. If you make 4 bucks a day and your boss makes you work a 12 hour day. You work 6 days a week you’re pulling about 38 cents-an-hour for a $28 work week.

You and I both know folks that won’t get out’ve bed for $28 an hour, let alone $28 a week.

My point being is that the next time you visit Mexico, you might see the taxi driver; or the waiter; or the lady sweeping up your beer cans a little differently. Or the police officer. A different perpective for sure.

It’s pretty harsh where someone like a Mexican doctor makes less than a high school kid at McDonalds back home. And depressing.

And makes you a little grateful for your own opportunities and blessings and a little more tolerant and appreciative too.

Hasta la vista, baby!
Wish we could say it was fun. Adios, Baby! Don’t let the screendoor bang your butt as you exit.

Yea, that’s right. Like the neighborhood kid who comes to hang out but overstays their welcome, we needed a break. Get this kid outta here!

Well, it’s official.

Meteorologists are officially declaring the demise of “The baby boy” a.k.a “El Niño.” After almost two years, the experts are saying the kid is finally on the way out.

The weather phenomenon we know as “El Niño” was first recognized centuries ago by Peruvian fishermen. They noticed that a warming cycle occurred every few years which changed their weather patterns and their fishing.

Insofar as it happened towards the end of the year around Christmas, it became known as “The baby/ El Niño.”

Extremely warm waters is exactly what we’ve seen down here in Baja during this particular cycle and, in fact, on the entire Eastern Pacific bordering the western shores of North and South America.

In fact, this El Niño was one of the strongest on record superceded only by the last great El Niño in 1996-97.

The warmer waters produced more storms and more rain along the western U.S. which was much needed. But, conversely, it produced drought conditions and water shortages in epic proportions on the other side of the Pacific.

However, for the first time since about 2014, the experts say that May was the official turning point. Last month produced cooler neutral water temperatures on our side of the Pacific for the first time.

El Niño hasn’t been very good to us down here in Baja and Mexico.

Sure, it produced rain. The problem is, it often fell all at once. In buckets.

In fact, two historically massive hurricanes, “Patricia” and “Odile”, were among the strongest ever experienced in Mexico. Odile pretty much flattened Cabo San Lucas which still bears some scars. Patricia would have been the strongest ever and barely missed crashing into highly populated Puerto Vallarta.

From a sportsman’s perspective, we know how good the fishing has been in areas around Southern California as warm-water species like tuna, yellowtail, marlin, wahoo and others followed the currents north. It’s been an economic windfall for the sportfishing industry not to mention, a lot of fun.

Those areas produced some of the most exotic and finest fishing ever recorded. In fact, as I’m writing this huge bluefin tuna are being caught in Southern California waters. Hey, and what about all those sharks cavorting in the surf off California beaches? Great fun, right? I’m being facetious.

But for us down here in Baja, the warmer waters weren’t very kind to us. Without the cooler upwellings from down deep, nutrients for baitfish never arrived. Accordingly, baitfish never arrived either which either starved or moved to more fertile waters.

In the food chain, no bait meant no larger game fish or certainly smaller game fish. That was a big ouch to the sportfishing industry here in Mexico.

But, everything is cyclical on this planet. Things come. Things go.

With El Niño headed out, the meteorologists are now telling us to get ready for “La Niña.” (The little sister!). What? Another bratty kid? C’mon already!

But yes. Chances are this little girl is a bit chillier.

However, according to the experts, La Niña isn’t exactly a complete opposite of El Niño. Ice won’t start coating the ocean’s surface.

Whereas El Niño involves huge warm spikes over a short period of time, La Niña is more of mild extended cooling event. The pros say it’s a return to an extended period of “normalcy.” Whatever “normal” means these days.

But, like every planetary phenomenon, what’s good for some is less-so for others.

While El Niño surely helped the drought ravages in the United States, it wasn’t enough to break it as many expected it would. La Niña won’t help at all as fewer storms can be expected.

That’s good for hurricane and tropical storm watchers in Mexico.

Over the past 2 years, there were times when every week one storm after another appeared on the radar and we had to brace for perhaps another onslaught and wonder if the “next one” would hit. Or would it race out to sea towards Hawaii?

However, conversely, the Eastern and Gulf states will be on higher storm and hurricane alerts now with La Niña. Atlantic hurricane predictions are usually elevated during La Niña patterns.

Likewise, along Eastern Asia, the waters will now be warmer on that side of the Pacific. After two years of crippling drought and heat waves, those poor folks will have to contend with the looming aspect of monsoons and cyclones.

And what will this do to the fishing in Baja?

After so many crazy things these past few years, I don’t know what “normal” looks like anymore. I threw my “fishing charts” out the window awhile ago.

I just go fishing. The weather will be what the weather is. There’s always something biting if it’s Mexican waters. And it still beats sitting in traffic.

Hasta la vista, Baby. Thanks for the visit.

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