During the summer of 2004, with my children grown and gone, I decided to follow my dream and move to the tropics to be near the reefs that enchant me so very much. Since my wife is from the Philippines, it was the logical, and only choice for me to move here. After my first experience of laying face down over the reefs, it soon became a top priority of mine to set up a reef aquarium again. During my twice weekly trips to the reefs to do my own collecting, I often encountered local fish collectors coming back in from their day of catching fish, which they were more than happy to allow me to inspect their catch in the hopes that they could make a sale right on the beach. Having seen the condition of such fish only reinforced my belief in the sad state of the fish collecting business, also on numerous occasions, I have swam past large net bags packed with fish, anchored to the sea floor in two feet of water which the collector did as a means to hold the fish until he was ready to take them in. After a few hours of sitting in such shallow water which can easily reach ninety degrees Fahrenheit, it came as no surprise to me that I would find half of the fish dead as I returned from my own swimming activities. I later learned that the collectors in my neighborhood worked for a company that did not export the fish themselves but sent them to the capital city of Manilla to be held for export by another company. Which of course I had assumed to be a common practice.