Below is an excerpt from a book I’m writing called Adventures in Fishing (for Men). The book is a satirical allegory about Christian attempts at evangelism. He who has ears to hear…
Fishermen are not as smart as they once were. Over the past fifty years, fisherman have been โdumbing down.โ I blame the television.
To counteract this increasing ignorance, it is critical for fisherman to learn to talk like a fisherman. True fishermen know all the big fisherman words, and can casually throw fishing lingo into any conversation. As I started attending the fishing club every week, I quickly learned how little I knew about fishing.
During the weekly fishing lectures, and in conversations with other members after the meetings, I found myself in awe at all the big fishing terms that people threw around which I did not know. There was talk about dispenfishionalist fishcatology, angler awareness, covenants of fishing, efishiency quotient, the hydrostatic union, filioquota, and numerous other terms I didnโt understand.
And it wasnโt just the lingo. There were debates about which types of hooks were approved by God, how old a person could be before they went fishing, whether or not women could fish, and whether or not fishing could be done with rubber worms. Clearly, I had much to learn.




So I went. The meeting started at 10:30 AM on Sunday morning. The group met in a big, beautiful building, and when we walked in, a guy greeted us at the door and handed me a little pamphlet which explained what the group was going to do that morning.
There is only one thing better than fishing, and that is watching fishing on TV. In fact, I like watching fishing on TV so much, I have temporarily stopped fishing altogether. I feel so much more successful as a fisherman when I can watch others catch the โbig oneโ and hear their tips and tricks for how they did it. It just goes to show that if I had been the one in that boat, with the knowledge that those fisherman had, I would have been the one to catch the big fish.
The fishermen on TBN are very successful. They are always surrounded with beautiful potted plants, golden furniture, crystal chandeliers, and brass statues of fish. One fisherman I saw even had a giant oil painting of a fish descending into heaven from the peak of a waterfall. I am always in awe when I watch the show. I am not sure what fishermen paradise looks like, but it must be close what they show on TV. Best of all, in all my hours of watching, I have yet to see any dangerous fishing rods or barbed hooks. There is never any water a person might drown in, and most importantly of all, these fishermen are so thoughtful of their viewing audience, they never show any stinking, rotting fish.
One day, as I was trying to think of some other fish needs, I realized that the reason I didnโt understand fish was that I was not a fish. To learn how to meet the needs of fish, I had to learn to think like a fish. And to think like a fish, I had to start acting like a fish. But fish really donโt do a whole lot. It seems like all they do is eat and swim. But eating and swimming like a fish might help me learn to think like one. Maybe after I learn to eat and swim like a fish, I would be better equipped to understand the inner workings of the fish mind.
The first was net washing. I didnโt own a fishing net, so I had to go buy one. I wasnโt even sure how to fish with a net, but that didnโt matter. Great fishermen of the past used these fishing nets, and they would have to clean their nets, so to identify myself with the great fishermen of the past, I began a daily practice of cleaning my fishing net.