what goes through a trout's mind?

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i was searching the internet on Corky's, ran across this. pretty cool i guess. maybe this is really how it goes.



Just for a moment, put yourself in the shoes (OK, OK – fins) of a big speckled trout. You’ve been relaxing in a mud flat in the East Matagorda bay. Finally, what you’ve been waiting for comes to pass; the light starts to peek through winter cloud cover, warming the shallows where you’ve been waiting out the winter.
You start to move, cruising right along the flat until you see it – your favorite spot to feed. The patch of mud with its shell pad is a familiar landmark and you think back happily about years past when you would happily fill up on all you can eat shrimp and finger mullet. Your stomach immediately starts to grumble as you recall these feasts.
You take up your favored feeding spot right where the mud meets the shell bed, watching the water above you for signs of a meal. You spot a delicious looking six inch mullet at two o’ clock and get ready to spring into action.
You leap forward, breaking the surface and return to the bottom slowly, mouth filled with your reward.
Almost as soon as you’ve swallowed the first mullet, you see a slow moving, wobbly mullet a few feet away. Looks wounded, you think as you watch it’s brilliant colors sparkle in the water column as it sinks right towards you.
Your spotted body jumps back into attack mode and seals the wounded mullet’s fate. Only this time the mullet fought back.
With a violent shake of your head you manage to get the mullet out of your mouth, but you find yourself pulled towards to the surface by a force you can’t see – the struggle quickly tires you out, beaten by a Boga in your lip.
“Ten pounds at least!” a man yells.
Two other men approach, admiringly looking you over. Is that a camera flash you see?
Back in the water and exhausted from the escapade, you finally break free from the anglers’ light hold.
While making your way back to the bottom, you can faintly make out someone saying “And that’s why I like Corky Fat Boy lures.” You’re not entirely sure what that means, but you know you’ll think twice before pouncing on a wounded mullet next time