We fish Baja as much as we can…
I have been coming down to Baja since I was 8 years old. My uncle would load my brother and cousins and I into a 1967 VW Bus and drive us down to fish, eat and camp on the beach.
I remember catching fish off the beach and cooking them up on the old green camping stove. My uncle didn’t care what kind of fish it was, maybe perch, maybe croaker, it didn’t matter. We fried them up and at them, worms and all.
In the morning he would make his version of scrambled eggs, wet and runny. We didn’t complain, it’s life in Baja. You’re just stoked to be there, free from the world.
Today it’s still the same for me. The last wild west.
My brother and I drive down and get lost in Estuaries, walking beaches, camping on sand spits with nobody around for hundreds of miles.
This year, when Covid-19 hit, I realized I’ve been talking about building a house in Baja for 20 years. I imagined myself catching the “rona” and dying slowly in a hospital bed, alone. There’s a time for dreaming and a time for doing. So we pulled the trigger and started building. Our hope is the Casa Gallo Loco will become a home for many Baja Fishermen and many fishing stories will be told under the Palapas.
Casa Gallo La Ventana 