Cape Cod and My Dad’s Dominance

July 8th, 2006 by Doug Schnitzspahn

Radha, Isa and I spent a week on Cape Cod with Dad, Mom, Max and Erin in mid July. Dad made fools out of Max and I and just about everyone else on the beach, catching fish after fish while Max and I got more or less skunked. Here’s one of two pathetic stripers I caught after three days at Stage Harbor near Monomoy National Wildlife Refuge. The rational brain says: it’s a life lesson, an exercise in patience, maturity. You have to remember that catching no fish is the way life works—even if your father is slaying them using the same fly, same casting distance, same stripping technique. The heart says: getting skunked sucks.

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