My father-in-law Phil treated myself and my two brothers-in-law, Ben and Marc, to a "Men's Weekend" on Cape Cod. Phil is an avid fisherman, so he tapped all of our inner-outdoorsman and scheduled some hearty fishing for the weekend. Saturday was an early day, as we had to meet our guide at 5am in Provincetown, when our lodging was a good 45 minutes away in Chatham. We waded across Provincetown Harbor and casted for schools of small stripers and bluefish as we made our way to the "beard" (spit) that curls up and under Provincetown. We were getting skunked all morning until we made it to the beach on the northern side of the spit and began hitting small schoolies one after another. Well, except for Marc that is. We woke up Sunday slightly later (and I mean slightly) and made our way to two different locations. Our first spot was in Chatham, where we made our way down the shore along the Monomoy National Wildlife Refuge and casted into the surf. We were more successful with blues here, and I managed to land the largest of the morning, if only for 10 seconds or so. After walking 2-3 miles back and forth along the surf, we headed west to the Bass River, where we fished for more schoolies in the slow-moving river that feeds into Cape Cod Bay. We were marginally more successful here than we were at Monomoy. Having had enough fishing for two days, we decided to head home to where the ladies were anxiously awaiting our arrival.