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Americanos bold enough to head south of the border can enjoy unforgettable action for doves and bass. ith ice tinkling in our glasses, a buddy recently told a rousing story about an acquaintance who stayed with a young and difficult woman for years despite the constant rough seas. "It worked," he said, "because she was bipolar, and he loved both sides of her." Mexico of late has been just such a mistress for North American hunters. Gringos love the oldest true south because hunting there is like we experienced in America back in the 1850s. From the giant Sonoran mule deer to the outsized largemouth bass to its lights- out wingshooting, Mexico is the affordable and not-so-very-far-away destination our fathers and grandfathers enjoyed. But fewer of us have been going in recent years due to a collective schizophrenia induced by media images of border violence and gunplay, even though more people are shot on a hot weekend in Chicago. E nter old Double-R, the globe- trotting gospel preacher of wing- shooting, Ramsey Russell. The Mississippi mad man is a biologist gone feral who quit a cushy government job to become the shotgunner's bucket- list booking agent. An unexpected phone call from him can be like walking into a flimsy table covered in empty beer cans in the dark when you're half awake. W