OK, one more,

that might be worthy, cause it sure seemed like a close call at the time. Carol and I were somewhere in Mexico, at an all-inclusive resort, this time with Jack and Tony, (remembered this from the pics on my desk), and we (not Carol) decided to go fishing. Some employee at the resort said he had an amigo that would give us a special deal, SOO, next morning at sunrise we were at the beach as a small fishing boat, with a 50 horse outboard, picked us up. The sea was rough that day, (have the pics to prove it) and most fishing boats didn't even go out, but WE did. Bottom line, the fishing was fantastic, and within a few hours, we were literally too tired to pull in any more dorados, or mahi-mahi. They were huge, and Tony, who does alot of ocean fishing said they were the biggest he had ever seen. Just happened to get into an amazing school. Anyway, came time to go in, and the 2 man Mexican crew acted like they didn't speak any English. Against our protests, they took us several miles up the shore, to a ramshackle bar in a dirty little town. Pretty soon we were surrounded by the mostly drunk patrons, including the head bandito, dressed all in black (no shit) with dark shades, a big silver belt buckle, and a large, shiny knife. He explained, in passable English, that it was his boat, so they were his fish. We tried to expalin that we would give him SOME fish, if they would clean them and send us on our way with some fillets. He said NO, and then it got dicey. Tony was getting pissed, but Jack and I realized we were WAY outnumbered FAR from home. Bottom line, we got a free day of fishing, but NO fish. Coulda been worse, when I think about the crew that had us surrounded.