Memoirs of a Fisherboy

I was eight years old, and too small and weak. Two of my brothers worked on a deep sea fishing boat. The older, Tim, was a mate, helping gaff monstrous cod, pollack, haddock, tying clinch knots of 50-pound test line onto 16-ounce diamond jigs, unsnarling birdsnests of line from the reels of fishermen who let…