Every man in field or stream has his means of deception.  With false friends we can peer-pressure the birds in to our dishonest sanctuary.  With flash or subtle mimicry, we can turn a trout’s attention.  We are all seeking to remind ourselves where we sit in the food chain, besting creatures who’s brains would be hidden in our own closed fist.

It’s just a dumb hobby…but it’s still pretty damn rewarding.