The Spirit of "Ray Tuddover"

Once upon a time, 10 years ago , there was a man who wandered the elusive forrest surrounding Trout Lake. From time to time he would travel to far away destinations such as Roxbury New York; Nordegg Alberta, and the Mersey River in southern Nova Scotia. He was a hideous man who resembled Keith Richards after a 3 week bender. Usually on a Friday or Saturday night, he would arrive unannounced to many unsuspecting fishermen to rage havoc and sing songs about other men's wives and drunken adventures. He was a man who could creep in to your soul for 6 or 7 hours, then wham!,you wake up in a wood pile or a fish bucket unaware of the night before. To this man I raise my glass and hope to never see again,

til the St. Mary's River where he has taken up new residence to corrupt the minds of unexpecting fishermen. He is the original "Devilman"