My father fished with Uncle Al Bussey . His father died when he was 12 and his mother brought him and his twin brother Bert to live with her brother Al in Big Lorraine. Sword fishing was a big part of their life in the 30's. A swordfish brought a big payday. Dad told me about one trip where they thought they were being followed by a huge whale but realized later that they were being shadowed by a submarine. After the war when we lived on the lighthouse. On a nice Sunday afternoon Everett Bussey would row the dory over to the lighthouse and row us back to Big Lorraine for Sunday dinner.