As you can see, we had two baby-John-size rods and reels so Whitney took one and I took the other and we made the best of it. After John and I got our tackle in order...
...we set out to catch some fish. And who turned out to be angler champ of the evening?
This of course was quite disturbing to me because, being the all-knowing the outdoors husband and father that I am, I was supposed to be the angler champ of the evening right?! I wasn't even needed to get the hook out of the fish's mouth...my wife actually unhooked her own fish!
Needless to say I felt pretty incapable. But then later that night as Whitney and I were recounting the whole event, I realized that the reason I wasn't the angling champ, was because our tactics were Armenian. When I told Whit this she looked at me with a puzzled look. I explained to her that the way I liked to fish was taking one of these...
and doing this...
Now you tell me? Which way is the more theologically acceptable? I say bowfishing is far more Calvinistic than clumsily begging a fish to lower his intelligence level by biting your piece of plastic that skips across the water like a.....like a....what are those things supposed to be imitating again? In bowfishing you choose the fish. In rod and reel fishing the fish has to choose you. Do any of you want to take a stab at how many fish this Calvinist caught doing it the Armanian way? Yep....you got it. None. Thats what I get for doing something against my convictions I guess.
Argh... I should have known that this post would have to end this way... now all of you are going to be concerned about Whitney. :)
Its OK - once I explained the paralell between fishing and theology, she chose of her own freewill to become a Calvinist fisherwoman....yes that does raise it's own set of problems. That'll be for another post.
Have a great weekend everybody!
