"I know what you're thinkin', son" he said in a chilling voice. "Now, I'm not the type to tell another man how to live his life-not even a young feller like yourself. But let me give you a piece of advice. Some things are worth pursuin'-and other things aren't. A wise man knows the difference. You've got a lot of years ahead of ya, son. Don't waste 'em chasing Ol' Mel. There's something not natural about that fish. He's smarter than any man. Stronger-meaner, too. If you've got the first lick of sense, you'll keep the Hell out of Ol' Mel's Cove " As wise as it was, the old man's warning only strengthened the boy's resolve. He had spent most of his life preparing to battle the mythic beast. Turning back now would be the worst kind of cowardice. He sets out with his weapons in hand. Along his journey, he learns a wealth about nature, tradition and most importantly...himself.