It is sometimes astounding realizing how old many small-scale fishers actually are and matching that with the amount of fish they have caught on any boat. Walk around the harbor and you will quickly bump into one fisherman in his eighties and three in their seventies. I asked around and fishers casually tell me they wouldn’t dream of doing anything else. Some who have long since retired from the demanding role of being a skipper of their own boats are happy to spend their retirement employed as a crewman for younger skippers. Instead of blood, they will tell you, it’s seawater flowing through a fisherman’s veins.