By JAMES HALL
Witnessing the sapphire water of the Pacific Ocean turn to a kaleidoscope of fluorescent green, neon blue and Aztec gold
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via the flashing sides of countless dorado is a sight to behold
The late May morning dawned on me in Mazatlán as it usually does after
a tourist’s first night in Mexico: The sunlight found bloodshot eyes created by too many margaritas the night before. “Pelo ’e perro!” grinned Chappy Chapman, my host for the trip. It was way too early, and he was way too happy. “Hair of the dog, eh?” I replied with a smirk. “Perhaps I should wait till I’ve had breakfast.” I was south of the border to chase the incredible schools of dorado (which in English translates to “the gilded one”) that migrate up the Pacific (Continued) coast from May through September.
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Saltwater Spring 2010
Photo: James Hall
Viva El Dorado