It's pretty easy to domesticate or even romanticize Jesus' call to those first disciples--to those fishermen who would become fishers of men. We've seen enough flannelgraphed versions of those jolly men tending their nets that we now imagine they were made for such a call--as if they were just out of work seminarians waiting around for "religious" work.
What if, instead, we imagine Jesus showing up on the docks in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, calling Sig and Edgar to drop their crab pots and come follow him?