Jesus made saints and servants of fishermen who would otherwise have died in the obscurity of Capernaum, without anyone except their neighbors being aware of them.
(Luke 5. 10, 11; Acts 3. 1-11).
Jesus said, 'I will make you fishers of men
If you follow Me.'
I watched an old man trout-fishing the other day, pulling them out one after another briskly. 'You manage it cleverly, old friend,' I said. 'I have passed a good many below who don't seem to be doing anything.' The old man lifted himself up and stuck his rod in the ground. 'Well, you see, sir, there be three rules for trout-fishing, and 'tis no good trying if you don't mind them. The first is, Keep yourself out of sight; and the second is, Keep yourself further out of sight: and the third is, Keep yourself still out of sight. Then you'll do it.' Good for catching men, too!—Mark Guy Pearse
(Mark 1. 17; Luke 5. 10).
Hebich had eight points for a successful fisher of men:
Be in love with your work.
Study the habits of the fish.
Have enticing tackle.
Learn the run of the fish.
Follow the moves of the fish.
Be in time.
Have live bait.
(Mark 1. 17; John 1. 41)
At the birth of President Cleveland's second child no scales could be found to weigh the baby. Finally the scales that the President always used to weigh the fish he caught on his trips were brought up from the cellar, and the child was found to weigh twenty-five pounds.
"Doin' any good?" asked the curious individual on the bridge.
"Any good?" answered the fisherman, in the creek below. "Why I caught forty bass out o' here yesterday."
"Say, do you know who I am?" asked the man on the bridge.
The fisherman replied that he did not.
"Well, I am the county fish and game warden."
The angler, after a moment's thought, exclaimed, "Say, do you know who I am?"
"No," the officer replied.
"Well, I'm the biggest liar in eastern Indiana," said the crafty angler, with a grin.
A young lady who had returned from a tour through Italy with her father informed a friend that he liked all the Italian cities, but most of all he loved Venice.
"Ah, Venice, to be sure!" said the friend. "I can readily understand that your father would like Venice, with its gondolas, and St. Markses and Michelangelos."
"Oh, no," the young lady interrupted, "it wasn't that. He liked it because he could sit in the hotel and fish from the window."
Smith the other day went fishing. He caught nothing, so on his way back home he telephoned to his provision dealer to send a dozen of bass around to his house.
He got home late himself. His wife said to him on his arrival:
"Well, what luck?"
"Why, splendid luck, of course," he replied. "Didn't the boy bring that dozen bass I gave him?"
Mrs. Smith started. Then she smiled.
"Well, yes, I suppose he did," she said. "There they are."
And she showed poor Smith a dozen bottles of Bass's ale.
"You'll be a man like one of us some day," said the patronizing sportsman to a lad who was throwing his line into the same stream.
"Yes, sir," he answered, "I s'pose I will some day, but I b'lieve I'd rather stay small and ketch a few fish."
The more worthless a man, the more fish he can catch.
As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.—Izaak Walton.