This past weekend, our family headed to the beach, where we found ourselves gathered around the tacklebox on the pier, throwing shrimp covered hooks into the ICW. Our son, Clayton, was the first one to get a fish on within just minutes. We are an unusually 'spicy' family, so immediately after, the smack-talk started. "Winner of today's fishing trip picks where we have lunch. Loser can't complain." The next one with a fish on a hook was Jason, aka Dad. Clayton's fish was bigger, as he reminded us of no less than 13 times. Is there anything that paints the picture of 'summer outdoors' as much as fishing with Dad? I recall going on a fishing trip when I was around 3 or 4. (Ok, maybe I don'