Before the viewing public is completely saturated with the Reality Show phenomena and discards the genre like disco, can’t we get one lame fishing show?

Curt Gowdy started it all, grabbing every major sporting figure of his day, escorting them through bramble thickets and poor ratings, to shoot the Crazed Alsatian Wildebeest, or similar bovine concoction…

American Idol is so … yesterday, isn’t the stage ripe for an angling knock-off?

We take a couple of hopeless urbanites into the Canadian wilderness, require them to tie flies from lint found on their clothing, subject them to every blood sucking organism that exists, weigh their catch and prepare it as an entree for the judges.

Ok, we’ll give them no cooking implements, and one spice…tarragon?

It may well be the death-knell of the entire genre, but that would be good too.

I am thinking Marilyn Manson  and Donnie Osmond as the first match, each accompanied by a seasoned guide, as a tie-breaker we can have Tonya Harding stalk them both…