短篇英语美文欣赏：垂钓者
The Fishermen 垂钓者There was a group called "The Fisherman‘s Fellowship". They were surrounded
by streams and lakes full of hungry fish. They met regularly to discuss the call
to fish, and the thrill of catching fish. They got excited about fishing!!
Someone suggested that they needed a philosophy of fishing, so they
carefully defined and redefined fishing, and the purpose of fishing. They
developed fishing strategies and tactics. Then they realized that they had been
going at it backwards. They had approached fishing from the point of view of the
fisherman, and not from the point of view of the fish. How do fish view the
world? How does the fisherman appear to the fish? What do fish eat, and when?
These are all good things to know. So they began research studies, and attended
conferences on fishing. Some traveled to far away places to study different
kinds of fish, with different habits. Some got PhD‘s in fishology. But no one
had yet gone fishing.
So a committee was formed to send out fishermen. As prospective fishing
places outnumbered fishermen, the committee needed to determine priorities.
A priority list of fishing places was posted on bulletin boards in all of
the fellowship halls. But still, no one was fishing. A survey was launched, to
find out why… Most did not answer the survey, but from those that did, it was
discovered that some felt called to study fish, a few to furnish fishing
equipment, and several to go around encouraging the fisherman.
What with meetings, conferences, and seminars, they just simply didn‘t have
time to fish.
Now, Jake was a newcomer to the Fisherman‘s Fellowship. After one stirring
meeting of the Fellowship, Jake went fishing. He tried a few things, got the
hang of it, and caught a choice fish. At the next meeting, he told his story,
and he was honored for his catch, and then scheduled to speak at all the
Fellowship chapters and tell how he did it. Now, because of all the speaking
invitations and his election to the board of directors of the Fisherman‘s
Fellowship, Jake no longer has time to go fishing.
But soon he began to feel restless and empty. He longed to feel the tug on
the line once again. So he cut the speaking, he resigned from the board, and he
said to a friend, "Let‘s go fishing." They did, just the two of them, and they
caught fish.
The members of the Fisherman‘s Fellowship were many, the fish were
plentiful, but the fishers were few.
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