Time? It's all relative, like Betty

Betty? That's my mom, my favorite relative, sorry the rest o' ya', I've just known her longer. Time. For years down here the locals would ask me why it is that the U.S. would change the time, an hour ahead, or back, twice a year. I did a little research and found answers like: It makes going to school easier. It uses less electricity. But it didn't make any sense to me, and so I told them, "I don't know", to which they would ask,"Well, if it's a good thing to do, why do you undo it every year?" and I would refer them to my previous answer. I would them jump to their side of the divide, and ask myself, "Well what's with Arizona, and parts of Indiana? They apparently don't do it at all." Well, the beat goes on. Finally Mexico decided that it would do it also, but I guess in order to look derivative without being imitative they do it on different dates than those in the U.S. that do do it, do it. So we are about to enter the zone of different times. The U.S. is on the verge of turning their clocks forward, losing and hour, or rather investing an hour, which will be returned to you without interest, in the fall. I don't know why, but I acknowledge the what. Mexico, or at least the parts of Mexico that do change, which is mostly limited to the parts that have clocks, will move their clocks forward on April 7th. Aside from the cognitive conundrum discussed earlier this actually does present some practical difficulties, potentially for you. Most of the year we are the same as Mountain Time in the U.S., an hour ahead of those of you in California, but for this most of a month, and another in the fall, we are not. For the next few weeks we will be on the same schedule as the West Coast. So what? Well it can cause a few problems in plane departures and arrivals, and the ground transportation inherent in your efforts to come fish. But you are now forewarned, which makes you forearmed, and therefore at least it will be easier for you to carry your luggage. Fishing continues to be stellar. Nice 30lb. and bigger yellow tail are becoming very common, both up to the island, on the east side, and along the shore south of Muertos. The great DJ in the sky is also slowly turning up the volume on cabrilla and pargo liso, and as this mix starts to become the symphony of spring fishing in La Paz, it's providing some very satisfying listening. Mag Bay is now 50% booked for 2013, so if you've been hemming or hawing or even both about this unique fishing opportunity, it's time to fish, or not. Sorry, we don't usually use cut bait. Take Care, David

It happens every year. The wind blows during the winter. There are no customers. Temps plunge into the 60's, a fine period of time but a lousy temperature. The horse latitudes of our existence, meandering, no velocity, either in the speed vector or that of direction. Then we bottom out at Carnival. Noise, rides, drunks in the streets..... But then it starts to turn. The wind attenuates some, the sun stays with us just a little longer, the hardiest among you venture down, trying to hit the eye of the wind, looking for some early season yellow tail, or pargo, maybe some left over dorado, perhaps even a rogue marlin. That's all happened so far, and then, completely out of the blue, literally, a day like today cranks up. It's dry, it's still, it's hot, oh boy. The initial grumblings of spring. Sure, it might blow a time or two more, but now I remember what I've been waiting for. Standing in front of the house, like a lizard on a rock, just soakin' it up. People out and about, but only a few of us still look like the Michelin man, most have shed their under and over coats, could spandex be far away? It's great! Nick is drivin' home with Andres, loaded with 6 nice yellow tail and some ancillary victims. A couple of small groups are coming down at the end of the week. Like a gouchy ol' sow I poke out from my hibernation habitation, and grunt approvingly. Time to stretch, shake off the detritus of winter and get out there and give it a run. How about you? Whether it's comin' down here to catch a couple hundred pounds of hamachi, or bookin' a summer trip so that you have a pylon out there to look forward to, or even throw the long bomb and book next winter for Mag Bay, you really should begin to scratch that itch. If you're Jonesing, were the place. Take Care Y'all, David