09.01.08

I know it’s called the Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby, but for a lot of anglers it’s all about the false albacore, or albies. These little ocean-going baby tuna invade the shorelines of the Vineyard sometime late in August and might stay as long as early November, with the peak of the season falling smack dab in the middle of the five-week fishing frenzy known simply as The Derby. For shore-based fly-fishermen, the albie is the perfect Derby fish.

David W. Skok

09.01.08

It turns out that the ferry, in addition to being a place to get a really overpriced pretzel, is also a good spot for birding.

As Susan B. “Soo” Whiting, of Chilmark, points out in the book Vineyard Birds II (Vineyard Stories, 2007), which she co-authored with Barbara B. Pesch, “Several species of gulls and terns, cormorants, sea ducks, and migratory passerines and hawks, depending on the season, may be seen from the decks of the ferries.”

Geoff Currier

08.01.08

There are sandcastles and then there are trophy sandcastles.

You know, the kind next to you that people ogle and applaud as they’re being built, totally ignoring the one you’re building and your pathetic attempts to get a little reed to stand up on a crumbling turret.

Take heart. Great sandcastle builders are made, not born, and here are some tips to get your property values up.

Geoff Currier

05.01.08

Just look down. As Jill Bouck, curator of the Martha’s Vineyard Museum, explains, “You’ll find arrowheads all over the Island. If you’re tilling a garden, digging a foundation, or just walking down a dirt road, keep your eyes open – you never know what you might find.”

The archeological history of the Vineyard is a rich one, stretching back to the Paleoindian Period – 9,500 to 11,500 years ago. While very rare, a handful of spearheads have been found dating back to that period.

Geoff Currier

04.01.08

Life-altering experiences come in all shapes and sizes. Barbara Ronchetti’s was about four feet tall with a long neck and pointed ears.

Such is the power of an alpaca.

Geoff Currier

09.01.06

As a kid, hanging around the Concordia shipyard in Padanaram in New Bedford, Frank Rapoza was fascinated by the way boats were caulked. Everyone said, Why learn a dying art – after all, fiberglass is the future. Undaunted, Frank convinced one of the old-timers at the yard to teach him his craft, and today, what with the building of so many large wooden vessels up and down the eastern seaboard, Frank’s services are in great demand.

Geoff Currier

08.01.06

As we sat in the control tower, Michelle Meyers, the tower manager of the Martha’s Vineyard Airport, glanced out at the horizon and said, “All right, see this plane coming in?”

“Ah, no, I don’t.”

“Look low, just above the tree line; see it?” I walked over to the window. “Damn, Michelle, I don’t see a thing.”

Of course, by this time Michelle had already turned her attention to about fifty other things and I was left thinking to myself, I could never do this.

Geoff Currier

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