Every afternoon we'd sit in our lounge chairs on the beach at Ixtapa, nursing a margarita and waiting for another spectacular sunset. But while we sat there so comfortably in this beautiful setting, there were others who had work to do.

Fishermen would come down to the beach and wade into the bay's waters to try to catch a fish dinner for their families. Most of them brought nets that they would fling just past the breaking waves. Sometimes the net would yield as many as ten or fifteen little fish. Too often the net would ... (more)