Angling Publications - Index

Angling Publications - Magazine - Index

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“How can this be,” you ask? Simple. Xcalak is a bitch of a place to
get to. Flying into Cancun is easy enough, but the next eight hours
are another matter entirely. The first two will be spent waiting for
your luggage, getting through customs, fighting off the six hundred
“porters” offering to carry your bag, then standing in line at the car
rental place waiting for your wheels to actually appear. Six more hours
will be consumed by the 250 mile drive down to Xcalak on mediocre
roads, through endless jungle interspersed with desperately poor
towns and countless smoldering garbage dumps, dodging chickens,
pot holes, broken down trucks, and half the population of Mexico
riding bicycles. (You can make it in five hours if you go 80 where
possible, which you can, because the cops won’t stop a van load of
gringos for anything less than a hundred.)
If you make it to Xcalak, you’ll be greeted by the alwayssmiling
face of Dave Randall, a Minnesota rat-race drop out and
owner (with his wife, Ilana) of the nicest little fishing lodge on
CLOCKWISE FROM UPPER LEFT: TRAPPER RUDD, BEN EDMONSON (4)