They are out there. Right now. Swimming even as they sleep. Day and night, feeding with
a vengeance. Getting fatter, bigger and stronger every day. Looking, endlessly looking.
What for you may ask? They yearn in the depths for revenge. They
hate, with a passion that which has taken too many of them to count. They yearn to revenge their brothers and sisters
who have succumbed to the temptation. The temptation to feed, with wild abandon, upon that which they cannot resist.
The ever deadly foe for which they have no ability nor desire to resist. Reckless abandon thrusts them ever forward
in search of that which will be their end. With passion unsurpassed they search for and will eventually locate their
quest: THE SECRET LURE.
They well know
the end result, and yet they continue on. Every day, every hour in search of their nemesis. Reckless abandon
will bring them all to the net. Their fate lies in the hands of their masters. Those few who have the ability and
are willing to devote the time and attention necessary to rule the depths.
FEAR US, I say. Those who dominate by choice, by profession. We the chosen few, we band of brothers, we trophy
trout fishermen.
