Gregory Mayhew looks back on more than a half-century of fishing with clarity and affection but not sentimentality. Clear-eyed, he remembers good times and lean times.
The best times for the 1lth-generation native of Marthas Vineyard, Massachusetts, were when he was perched at the end of a long pulpit, harpoon in hand, the seas greasy calm, stalking a large basking swordfish, which he considers a noble creature.
Mayhew is now 68 years old, but the memories are sharp, even the earliest ones. From the time he was a boy, summers meant swordfish. While other kids his age frolicked on the island beaches, young Mayhew followed a family fishing tradition that dates from his great-grandfather, who hunted swordfish from a catboat under sail. This was the 1950s, when plenty of big…