Mon De Loan

I don't know how you spell it but I do know how to pronounce it...It's a Mexican saying that means ' man who wears apron'. And because I sometimes rush home from fishing for a hike with MP or decide not to go fishing twice in one day, I'm that guy...mon de lay. The guys think its pretty chuckly but I kind of figure if people notice that you love your wife well maybe you're doing it right. I actually think its a pretty good trade, my Mexican friends educate me on beach fishing and the Mexican way and I astound them with the simplicity of American success and happiness...it only this 'Happy wife- Happy life'. Our team is a diverse bunch, gringo's and Mexicans, married and single, young and old, we're figurin it out and having alot of fun as we do. The next pic is of the boys this morning as we had breakfeast of fresh Civiche that Slah brought. We've caught several nice Sierra lately and they make the best Civiche. You take a nice big tostado chip and layer on some nice Mayonesa with limon then an inch deep of the civcihe and a little hot sauce....mmmm....it'd make a bulldog break his chain. Today the fishing fell down a bit so it was just kind of a field trip with fishing poles. As we eat theres 8 or ten of us and a couple are talking about girls and few of the guys are having a knot tieing clinic while I'm laying down trying to catch a nap. I get to thinking this is all pretty cool. That guy in the foreground is our friend Caleb. He's a pretty cool young guy, he runs the Schooner Patricia Belle and goes surf fishing in a leather coat. The next pic is of our friend Emelio. Emelio is a guy who is always smiling, always, and he's especially happy to be out on the beach with us. We got some awfully funny guys but Emelio
leads the pack in that department. The next pic is of our designated harvester Slah with a huge Sierra (mackeral) and a Corvina. Even though Slah always eeks out a fish or two the rest of us are struggleing up north so for the next few days the plan is to look for new fish. Tommorrow I'll jump the #2 bus and fish the rocks at the Holiday Inn for robalo and then we need to take a peek at the beach on cerritos in hope of a roosterfish siteing. The water temp is only 6o some degrees and we know the rooster likes it warmer but I'm hoping for a miracle....maybe just one roosterfish this year, that would be enough.


The entire town turned out for the Air Show on Sunday along the malecon. And for being only the 2nd year of the show it was really quite impressive. We had skydivers and hangliders as well as 3 dual engine Navajoe's that flew in formation and a couple of prop stunt planes. The high light of the show was a red Mexican Air force jet that did wing overs and loops...all of which I didn't get a single good picture of. I was useing some zoom and trying to get a good shot for the blog here and all I got was about 10 shots of the same sky and palm trees. I guess its a little like shooting ducks with a shot gun....you have to lead them. Oh well, next time. But as impressed as I was by the airplanes what caught my eye were these pelicans. They're every where here and unlike our Eagles that kind of live off whats left behind from humans these guys work for a living. They fly the beach catching updrafts from the warm water, they seem to draft off each other an even flap their wings in unison. When they see the small fish they want they climb to an altitude to gain speed and then set their wings and dive straight into the water temporarily disappearing...then up with the fish as you see them put the beak up in the air and swallow.....now thats an airshow.