Yes, you did read it correctly.
That’s the best term I can think of when someone builds a university class around fly fishing and literature. It might be several notches up from ‘meeja studies’ but I’m still not sure it’s work as I know it.
Which is, of course, an entirely different thing from saying you wouldn’t catch me signing up in a heartbeat for easy street Professor John Orlock’s ‘Metaphysics, Sport & Literature of Fly Fishing‘ course at Cleveland’s Case Western Reserve University.
That’s Cleveland, Ohio, by the way, before any of you fly fishing tyros on Teesside start feverishly amending your student loan applications.
Damn, John , where were you when I needed you 29 years ago? Three years wrestling with case law and statutes when, but for a cruel twist of chronology, I could have been in your tutelage, quickly becoming proficient in the art of fishing ’til sunset, reading Ed Zern ’til dawn and calling it ‘cramming ‘ with an entirely straight face.
And, if you’ll permit me one quibble, far from just going through the motions, I guarantee our first tutorial together would have been a blast:
‘Any man who claims, “Fly fishing, like no other sport, has been responsible for a proliferation of great literature,” is a man who knows nothing of baseball or cricket. Discuss.’