The guys I worked with were mostly legal, and most of them were from rural Mexico, where intense physical labor like treeplanting is the norm, and the ability to bust out the work from can't see to can't see is the measure of a man. Almost all of them were interested in hunting and fishing, and in the wildlife that we saw every day at work. Mule deer were 'buras,' whitetails were 'cola-blancas,' trout were 'truchas' and admired for their beauty. Bighorns- 'borregos' - were much respected, and the tracks that followed them- of the puma were studied with fascination. Where these men came from, hunting was the sole province of rich sports with guides who hunted protected private lands. Owning a big game rifle- even possessing ammo- was prohibited, and there was hardly any game, anyway, since a hungry nation thinks of the soup pot first - just as we did during the Great Depression. Fishing in Mexico, other than in the saltwater, has much declined due to pollution, overfishing, lack of resource protection. These were country people, though, and their connections to the landscape and the weather, and the essentials, clean water, open spaces, fertile ground, were strong.