AS A CAPTAIN,
YOU HAVE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE
OF EVERY OPPORTUNITY YOU CAN GET.
YOU GOT TO FIGHT FOR IT HERE.
WHOA!
THIS IS REALLY BAD.
BAD SITUATION...
IT'S GETTING NAUTICAL.
HEY, WATCH OUT!
YOU DO REALIZE THIS DECISION COULD HAVE
JUST SCREWED US OUT OF THAT QUOTA, RIGHT?
AND SO, FOR MANDY,
THIS IS HER TRAINING PROGRAM.
Man: HEY!
BERING SEA NEVER MAKES IT EASY FOR ANYONE.
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Narrator: 250 MILES NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR...
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
WHAT'S YOUR STATUS?
KING CRAB WAS TOUGH AS HELL.
RUN INTO CRAB, YOU RUN INTO BOATS.
THAT'S JUST HOW IT WORKS.
Narrator: ...AFTER WRESTLING $1 MILLION OF KING CRAB
FROM THE CROWDED MUD PIT...
NOW WE'RE FISHING BAIRDI.
YOU'RE ALWAYS BETTER OFF IF YOU CAN BE ALONE.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN AIMS
TO AVOID ANOTHER SLUGFEST.
TO CATCH THE ELUSIVE BAIRDI,
HE'LL STALK COLDER NORTHERN WATERS.
I THINK WE GOT AROUND 55,000 POUNDS TO CATCH,
SO HOPEFULLY WE CAN FIND A LITTLE SPOT,
AND HAMMER THAT DOWN AND GET SOMETHING GOING HERE.
WE GOT TO DO OUR LITTLE CEREMONIAL HERRING THING.
SHALL WE START THIS GOAT SHOW?
Narrator: TO KICK OFF THE HUNT...
ARE YOU DOING IT?
Narrator: ...THE SKIPPER VOLUNTEERS A LUCKY CREW MEMBER
TO APPEASE THE CRAB GODS...
I GET THE BELLY. I GET THE EGGS.
Narrator: ...AND BITE A CHUNK OFF A RAW HERRING.
I'M NOT BITING THAT THING.
RIGHT. THE BAIRDI ARE HERE.
YOU'RE THE BAIRDI LUCK.
-THANK YOU, CARL. -OH, THAT'S GUTTY.
-OH. -OKAY, GUYS.
BE SAFE.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, JUST STOP, STEP BACK.
NO CHANCES.
-BAIRDI. -AH.
SO WE'RE WAY UP NORTH RIGHT NOW.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
WHILE WE'RE UP HERE, WE MIGHT AS WELL SET A STRING.
Narrator: CONTINUING HER WHEELHOUSE APPRENTICESHIP --
SIG'S DAUGHTER
AND MARITIME ACADEMY ALUMNA MANDY.
AND WORK OUR WAY DOWN, AND THAT WAY WE CAN JUST GET
A GOOD READ ON WHERE THE CRAB IS GOING.
JUST KEEP ON GOING?
-YEAH. -ALL RIGHT.
SO WE'LL JUST BLAST ONE TO THE NORTH.
THEN WE'LL START RUNNING DOWN SOUTH.
YEP.
Narrator: SIG PUTS THE SEASON'S REINS IN MANDY'S HANDS.
SET THEM WHEN YOU'RE READY.
-FIVE, FOUR. -OH, YEAH.
-WHOO! -BAIRDI.
Narrator: HER CHOICE -- FIRE OFF HER BAIRDI POTS
DOWN A 100-MILE STRETCH NORTH TO SOUTH.
Man: WHOO-HOO!
AMERICA!
ONE THERE. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
-YEAH. -I WILL MAKE IT SO.
-OKAY. -COOL.
-IT'S GOING OVER. -WHOO!
-GOING OVER.
BAIRDI.
BAIRDI!
WHAT IS IT?
TWO, THREE, FOUR.
ROGER.
Sig: SO I SET MY COURSE, THE SPEED.
ALL YOU GOT TO DO IS HIT THE BUZZER, HIT THE MARK.
REMEMBER TO TURN THAT OFF WHEN YOU'RE DONE.
YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN.
UH-OH.
Narrator: AFTER WATCHING HER OLD MAN
LAY OUT HALF THEIR GEAR...
OH, .
Sig: GET THEM IN THE WATER SAFE, OKAY?
Narrator: ...SIG DECIDES TO CHALLENGE HIS DAUGHTER
WITH HER FIRST-EVER UNSUPERVISED SET.
SET IT WHEN YOU'RE READY.
PULL IT OVER.
I MEAN, IF SHE WAS UP THERE SOLELY BY HERSELF,
I MIGHT BE A LITTLE WORRIED.
Man: WE'RE IN!
HEY!
COME ON, COME ON!
RIGHT HERE!
WHAT'S THAT?
WHAT'S THIS SIGNAL?
MAN, THAT HOOK ALMOST KILLED ME.
IT WAS COMING RIGHT FOR ME.
HE JUST BUZZED IT.
I SAW THE RED BUTTON.
Narrator: WHEN DECKHAND CLARK PEDERSON
TOSSES THE TRAILER BAG OVER THE RAIL,
THE LINE SNAGS IN THE PICKING HOOK.
UNAWARE, MANDY DOESN'T TAKE THE BOAT OUT OF GEAR,
ALLOWING TENSION TO BUILD UNTIL IT SNAPS,
SLINGSHOTTING THE THREE-FOOT STEEL HOOK TOWARDS THE CREW.
WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHY NOBODY HEARD --
THERE WAS NO COMMUNICATION. THAT'S...THAT'S...
BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE SIGNS ARE.
HIM TAPPING, TO ME, NORMALLY MEANS,
"LET'S HURRY UP. LET'S SET ANOTHER POT,"
AND I KNEW THERE WASN'T A POT READY TO BE SET,
SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS,
AND THEN THAT BUZZER WENT OFF, AND I'VE NEVER HEARD THAT.
THAT BUZZER GOES OFF, THAT MEANS THEY WANT TO COMMUNICATE.
IF THEY'RE RAPPING ON THE RAIL, THAT MEANS SOMETHING IS WRONG.
NEXT TIME YOU HEAR THAT BUZZER, NEUTRAL, THAT GOES ON.
THAT SHOULD BE ON. THAT'S MY FAULT.
I SHOULD'VE MADE YOU PUT THIS ON.
-I KNOW YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT. -I HEARD A DIFFERENT SOUND.
I WAS LOOKING OVER HERE. I GET IT.
I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M HEARING.
-THAT'S WHY IT DRIVES ME -- -AND THEN I SAW THAT --
I UNDERSTAND. I'M NOT POINTING FINGERS.
I'M TRYING TO NOT LET THIS EVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
IT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT.
THE LAST THING I WANT IS FOR SOMEONE
TO GET HURT ON YOUR WATCH.
THAT'S NOT FAIR.
SO WE LEARNED A LITTLE SOMETHING.
SET IT WHEN YOU'RE READY.
ROGER!
THERE WILL BE LOTS OF CLOSE CALLS.
THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS.
I THINK THAT'S SOMETHING SHE NEEDS TO REALIZE,
YOU KNOW, MOVING FORWARD,
BUT IT'S A LOT TO TAKE IN RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE.
WHEN IT HAPPENS TO YOU,
IT JUST MAKES YOU SEE THE SERIOUSNESS OF IT ALL.
Man: GOING OVER!
I JUST WANT TO SEE SOME CRAB IN THE GEAR.
THAT'LL CHANGE THE MOOD.
Narrator: 100 MILES SOUTHEAST, ON THE KING CRAB GROUNDS...
ABOARD THE WIZARD...
ALL RIGHT, GUYS.
WE'RE REAL CLOSE TO PULLING UP ON THE FIRST POT, OKAY?
GET READY.
STUFF IN THE WEST IS GETTING HIT PRETTY HARD BY THE MOB.
EVERY SINGLE POT OF MINE WAS SET DOWN BY A GUY.
Narrator: CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN'S SEASON
KICKED OFF WITH A NO-HOLDS-BARRED BRAWL
IN THE MUD PIT.
THE FLEET FINDS THE CRAB,
THEY'RE GONNA JUMP ALL OVER IT,
AND THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN SEEING.
I MEAN, IT'S JUST BEEN -- I'VE NEVER EXPERIENCED
THIS MANY TANGLES IN THIS FISHERY FOR YEARS.
OPEN THE BOMB BAY DOORS, BOYS.
JUMP IT.
Narrator: THE YOUNG GUN STRUCK FIRST,
ELBOWING THE VETERAN RIGHT OFF
THE $250,000 HORDE.
JAKE!
YOU GUYS, MAN, THIS IS NOT SMART.
Narrator: THEN A MOVE EAST...
DO ME A FAVOR, STAY OFF MY GEAR. ALL RIGHT?
Narrator: ...FORCED HIM TO CROSS PATHS
WITH HIS OLD NEMESIS, HARLEY.
WIZARDAND THE SOUTHERN WIND AREN'T DONE TANGLING.
I CAN SEE THAT.
I MEAN, IT SLOWS YOU DOWN TO A CRAWL, HAULING GEAR,
AND IT BASICALLY CUTS YOUR CATCH IN HALF.
-WHOO-HOO! -YEAH.
Narrator: NOW...
Keith: I'VE ALREADY PAID $200,000
JUST TO CATCH THIS CRAB.
I DON'T CATCH IT, I DON'T GET MY MONEY BACK.
Narrator: ...AFTER RISKING A SMALL FORTUNE
FOR A BIGGER PIECE OF THE KING CRAB PIE...
Keith: PRETTY SURE I'M BY MYSELF OVER HERE TO THE EAST.
I JUST HOPE IT'S GOOD.
Narrator: ...KEITH EDGES EVEN FURTHER OUT OF THE MUD PIT,
LOOKING TO CARVE OUT SOME PAY DIRT OF HIS OWN.
YEAH, BABY!
Keith: I REALLY NEED THIS GEAR TO PAY OFF.
-YEAH. -YEAH, BOY.
THAT ONE'S PRETTY SOLID.
BIG POT!
-OH, YEAH. -WHOO!
MAN, THAT'S A NICE LOOKING POT OF CRAB RIGHT THERE.
YEAH.
SEXY!
OH, YEAH.
Keith: HOW MANY, FIVE, SEVEN?
RIGHT ON. RIGHT ON.
TELL YOU WHAT, I'M FEELING PRETTY SMART RIGHT NOW.
I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S GONNA WORK,
BUT I SET THREE MORE STRINGS THROUGH HERE.
40 AVERAGE ON 200 POTS, THAT SHOULD DO US.
I'LL BE GOLDEN.
OKAY, SCARLET. LET'S DO THIS. WHOO!
WHAT THE ?
Narrator: THE WIZARD'S FIVE HIGH-POWERED SODIUMS
PROJECT 675,000 LUMENS OF LIGHT
ONTO THE PITCH BLACK SEA
ALLOWING THE CAPTAIN TO FIND HIS BUOYS AND AVOID OBSTACLES.
I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING OFF THE BOW.
Narrator: WITHOUT THEM, KEITH IS DRIVING BLIND.
Man: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
SODIUM, LIGHTS, SODIUM, LIGHTS.
LIGHTS. WHOA! .
Man: THIS IS REALLY, REALLY BAD. BAD SITUATION, BROTHER.
BASICALLY, RIGHT NOW, I AM IN THE DARK. DAMN IT.
Narrator: 230 MILES NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ON THE WIZARD...
Man: THIS IS REALLY, REALLY BAD. BAD SITUATION, BROTHER.
BASICALLY, RIGHT NOW, I AM IN THE DARK. DAMN IT.
Narrator: ...WITH THE CAUSE OF THE BLACKOUT STILL UNKNOWN,
CAPTAIN KEITH RUNS BLIND ON THE BERING SEA.
Keith: OH, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING UP THERE.
DAMN IT, MAN.
WHY DO THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN
RIGHT WHEN YOU'RE IN THE CRUX OF SOMETHING?
-THIS CIRCUIT BOARD IS COOKED. -YOU CAN SMELL IT.
THAT'S ELECTRICAL-FIRE SMELL.
Narrator: THE JUNCTION BOX THAT POWERS THE SODIUMS IS FRIED...
Keith: THIS IS GONNA ABSOLUTELY DESTROY PRODUCTION.
Narrator: ...AND WITH IT, KEITH'S HOPE OF A QUICK FIX.
ALL RIGHT. I'M GONNA SEE IF WE CAN TRY
AND HAUL SOME GEAR LIKE THIS, ALL RIGHT?
AND HOPEFULLY, AS I'M HAULING GEAR,
ROGER CAN CONTINUE TO TRY
AND WORK HIS WAY THROUGH ALL THE ELECTRICAL
AND SEE WHERE THE HELL THIS PROBLEM IS,
BUT, FOR NOW,
LET'S SEE IF WE CAN HAUL GEAR BASICALLY IN THE DARK.
Narrator: TO KEEP HIS SEASON FROM GRINDING TO A HALT...
FREDDIE, GO UP ON THE BOW
AND SEE IF YOU CAN HELP ME OUT HERE, OKAY?
MAKE SURE I'M NOT GONNA RUN THIS BAG OVER.
Freddie: ROGER THAT, BOSS.
Narrator: ...KEITH WILL PRESS ON...
JUST KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED.
IT SHOULD BE RIGHT OFF THE BOW, OKAY?
Narrator: ...COUNTING ON DECKHAND FREDDIE MAUGATAI
AND A 20-WATT FLASHLIGHT TO FIND THE BUOYS
AND STEER THEM CLEAR OF DANGER.
WE GOT $10,000 WORTH OF LIGHTS UP THERE,
AND RIGHT NOW WE'RE TRYING TO FIND CRAB POTS
WITH A $50 FLASHLIGHT.
Freddie: BOSS MAN, I GOT THE BUOY AT 1:00,
NOT STRAIGHT AHEAD.
Keith: OKAY. ROGER THAT.
HEY, IF YOU CAN, SHINE A FLASHLIGHT ON IT FOR ME,
WILL YOU?
Freddie: ROGER!
Keith: OKAY. I GOT ONE. I'VE GOT ONE.
OKAY, I'VE GOT ONE POT. ALL RIGHT?
OH, THAT LOOKS LIKE THE MAIN SOURCE OF OUR SHORT RIGHT THERE.
WE'RE GONNA BYPASS THIS FRIED BOARD HERE,
AND HOPEFULLY THAT'LL GIVE US LIGHTS UP FORWARD.
IT'S DANGEROUS OUT HERE WITHOUT LIGHTS.
I GOT NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HERE.
THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT LIKE THIS.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT RIGHT NOW.
WE GO MUCH FURTHER, I'M GOING TO PROBABLY
HAVE TO PULL A LOOP AND GO LOOK AGAIN
BECAUSE I'M PAST WHERE IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.
CIRCLE OF SHAME.
Narrator: FLASHLIGHT FREDDIE IS NO MATCH
FOR THE $10,000 LIGHT RIG.
OH, I KNOW IT.
-OKAY, WE'RE GOING UP. -GOOD LUCK UP THERE, YOU GUYS.
WELL, CROSS YOUR FINGERS, DUDE.
MONTE AND ROGER ARE HEADING UP INTO THE RIGGING NOW.
THAT'S GOOD. I MEAN, I HOPE THIS WORKS.
IF WHAT THEY FOUND IS NOT THE PROBLEM,
WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO GO BACK TO TOWN.
I CAN'T BE HAULING GEAR IN THE DARK LIKE THIS.
IT JUST DOESN'T WORK.
-WHAT DO WE SEE? -TELL HIM TO TURN THEM ON.
ROGER!
Keith: CROSS YOUR FINGERS.
ALL RIGHT. LET'S SEE IT. LET'S SEE IT. LET'S SEE IT.
AND...
WELCOME BACK!
LOOKS LIKE WE GOT...
YEAH, BABY.
WHOO!
MAYBE WE CAN GET SOME WORK DONE NOW.
OH, MY GOD, YOU GUYS JUST MADE ME
THE HAPPIEST CAPTAIN IN THE ENTIRE FLEET.
-LET'S GET TO WORK. -GOOD JOB, BOSS.
-LIGHTING, IMPORTANT. -GOOD JOB.
NOW WE CAN SEE WHERE WE'RE GOING.
ALL RIGHT, GUYS. WE HAVE LIGHT.
GET READY TO START HAULING.
THAT MIGHT'VE JUST SAVED ME A COUPLE HUNDRED THOUSAND BUCKS.
WITHOUT THOSE HEADLIGHTS UP THERE,
I WAS HEADING BACK TO DUTCH.
YEAH, BABY.
WE NEED TO GET 100,000 POUNDS ON HERE,
HOPEFULLY KNOCK THIS SEASON OUT.
Narrator: 70 MILES WEST...
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
OH, BOO.
BOO.
Casey: AIN'T HAPPY WITH WHAT I'VE SEEN.
IT'S NOT DOING IT FOR ME.
WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?
IT'S CALLED FISHING, NOT CATCHING.
NO GOOD.
Narrator: AFTER BANKING A THIRD OF THEIR KING CRAB QUOTA,
CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS
AND CASEY McMANUS RETURN TO THE MUD PIT...
THE ONLY PLAN IS, IS PUT CRAB ON THE BOAT,
FINISH THIS SEASON OUT SO WE CAN START BAIRDI.
EVERYTHING IS JUST KIND OF PRODUCING A LITTLE.
Narrator: ...BUT WITH BOTH THE CROWDS AND THE CRAB
ABANDONING THE FORMER HOT SPOT,
THE SKIPPERS RACE TO STACK THEIR GEAR AND GET BACK ON THE HUNT.
I MEAN, EVERYTHING IS JUST KIND OF PRODUCING A LITTLE,
BUT I AIN'T LOOKING FOR A LITTLE.
I'M LOOKING FOR A LOT.
I'M LOOKING TO GET AN EXTRA POTENTIALLY $800,000
TO $1 MILLION WORTH OF CRAB.
IF WE DO WELL AT THIS,
WE GET A GOOD CHANCE OF GETTING THAT QUOTA.
Man:
-AH. -THIS SUCKS.
FINALLY FINISHED PICKING UP ALL THE STRINGS.
IT WAS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED TO SEE OUT OF IT,
VERY, VERY, VERY UNPRODUCTIVE.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
BUMP OVER A LITTLE BIT AND START FIRING THEM OUT UP NORTH.
YOU WANT TO GO NORTH?
YEAH, I'D GO NORTH AND THEN BUMP OVER AND...
I DON'T KNOW.
THERE'S GUYS FISHING UP NORTH, THOUGH, TOO.
Narrator: WITH THEIR SEASON
AND $1 MILLION OF ADDITIONAL QUOTA ON THE LINE,
JOSH SETS HIS SIGHTS ON A CLUSTER OF BOATS UP NORTH.
Josh: DUDE, TWO YEARS AGO, I SLAYED THEM.
THIS IS, LIKE, MY OLD STOMPING GROUNDS.
Narrator: BUT CASEY, HE'S EYEING A LESS CROWDED
OLD HAUNT DOWN SOUTH.
I THINK I GOT A PRETTY GOOD IDEA OF WHAT I'M DOING HERE.
YEAH, ROG.
ALL RIGHT.
YEAH.
ALL RIGHT.
HERE. COOL?
ALL RIGHT.
Narrator: TO GET THE CORNELIA BACK ON THE BIOMASS,
CASEY'S ORDERS ARE TO SET SOUTH...
Josh: HE'S GOT HIS IDEA ON WHERE HE WANTS IT SET.
I GOT MY IDEA ON WHERE I WANT IT SET.
SOMETIMES, WE GOT TO TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS.
Narrator: ...BUT JOSH STILL BELIEVES WHERE THERE'S A CROWD,
THERE'S CRAB.
WHOA.
I'VE GONE ROGUE.
I THINK CASEY'S GONNA BE PISSED.
LIKE, I DON'T KNOW.
I THINK WE SHOULD STICK WITH THE PLAN, BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS.
I CANNOT CONTROL WHAT COMES OUT OF THE WHEELHOUSE.
I ALWAYS WAIT FOR HIM TO FALL ASLEEP
AND THEN GO DROP A STRING
WHERE I THINK I FEEL IT'S GONNA DO GOOD.
I HOPE CASEY DOESN'T GET TOO MAD,
BUT I'M JUST A DECKHAND.
I DON'T MAKE THOSE DECISIONS.
I JUST WORK HERE.
Narrator: 200 MILES NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR...
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
CASEY IS DOWNSTAIRS, SOUND ASLEEP.
LOVE CASEY WITH ALL MY HEART,
BUT SOMETIMES I GOT TO TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS,
SO I CAME UP HERE AND SWITCHED OUR COURSE.
Narrator: ...BEFORE HITTING THE RACK,
CASEY VERY CLEARLY MADE THE CALL TO SET DOWN SOUTH...
Casey: WELL, THERE'S GUYS FISHING UP NORTH.
GOING OFF A LITTLE BIT OF A HUNCH.
Narrator: ...BUT A PROMISING CLUSTER OF BOATS
UP NORTH DRAWS JOSH'S ATTENTION,
DESPITE SLEEPING BEAUTY'S WISHES.
Josh: HE'S ALREADY BEEN IN BED FOR A WHILE.
I GOT TO DISBAND HIM EITHER BY CHANGING HIS ALARM
OR TAKING HIS PHONE FROM HIM
BECAUSE HE ONLY WAKES UP TO HIS ALARM.
Narrator: STEALTH MODE ACTIVATED.
JOSH MAKES SURE HIS SET IS CASEY-FREE.
Casey:
OH.
OH, THOUGHT THAT WAS GONNA BE A LITTLE BIT HARDER.
WHEN THAT ALARM COMES OFF, WE'LL JUST GO AHEAD
AND HIT THE SNOOZE.
GET BACK TO BUSINESS.
CLEAR. WHOO!
I DON'T KNOW HOW HE'S GONNA RECEIVE THIS...
GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
...BUT WITH ANY LUCK, HE WON'T WAKE UP.
COMING OVER!
Narrator: WHILE CASEY LAYS IN PEACEFUL REPOSE,
JOSH AND CREW SET ALL 100 POTS THROUGH THE NIGHT.
COME ON.
GOING OVER.
MORNING.
IT ALL GO OKAY?
YEAH.
EVERYTHING'S GOING REALLY GOOD.
OKAY. LET ME JUMP THE NAV FROM YOU.
ALL RIGHT.
THAT'S NOT IN THE RIGHT PLACE.
THAT'S NOT WHERE I TOLD YOU TO SET, MAN.
UH...
I DON'T KNOW.
I JUST KIND OF HAD A, LIKE, A LITTLE HUNCH.
WE'RE, LIKE, THIS CLOSE TO FINISHING THE SEASON,
AND I KNOW THERE'S CRAB WHERE I TOLD YOU TO SET.
I WAS LOOKING AT NUMBERS, AND IT --
-GOD. -...JUST SEEMS LIKE...
YOU DO REALIZE THIS DECISION COULD HAVE
JUST SCREWED US OUT OF THAT QUOTA, RIGHT?
YOU KNOW, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DO SOMETHING NEXT TIME
I ASK YOU TO DO IT RIGHT THERE, TELL ME RIGHT THEN
AND THERE YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT.
DON'T JUST GO OFF AND DO
THAT YOU DON'T KNOW IF IT'S GONNA WORK OR NOT.
I NEEDED THOSE POTS HERE TO FINISH OUR SEASON.
GOD.
YOUR FEELING BETTER FRICKING PAY OFF, DUDE.
Narrator: 75 MILES SOUTHEAST...
THIS GUY'S STRING, 683.
IS THAT?
-HUH, CAPTAIN KEITH. -OH, IT'S YOUR BUDDY, KEITH.
-SHUT THE... -SHUT UP.
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR.
PERFECT.
-KEITH. -OH.
Narrator: ...SOUTHERN WIND CAPTAIN STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON,
LURKS DUE EAST OF THE MUD PIT,
STILL IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO THE WIZARD.
GIVE HIM A CALL.
SAY, "ARE YOU MISSING SOME POTS? I FOUND SOME OVER HERE."
-SHOULD WE TAKE A LOOK?
NO, YOU NEED TO JUST GO OVER THERE
AND SIT BY IT FOR A MINUTE.
HUH. HUH.
Narrator: FRESH OFF A TERRITORIAL BOUT WITH KEITH,
HARLEY CONSIDERS GOING IN FOR ROUND TWO.
I WONDER WHAT WE COULD DO.
OH, WE'LL LET KEITH HAVE HIS LITTLE SPOT.
WE'VE BEEN THERE ALREADY.
WE'RE GOING TO LET THE WIZARDSIT.
NO, NO, NO, WE'LL LET HIM BE.
RIGHT ON. I'M GONNA GET THE GUYS READY.
Harley: YOU KNOW, I CAN'T JUST WASTE MY TIME.
NEED ANOTHER 8,000 TO 10,000.
WE JUST GOT TO KEEP IT SAFE AND GET THE CRAB ON BOARD.
WE GOT SOME BAIRDI FISHING TO GO DO,
AND THEN WE GOT OTHER THINGS TO KEEP MOVING ON.
I AM READY TO PULL SOME POTS.
I'M HOPING FOR 30s TO 50s.
YOU KNOW, IF WE GET SOMETHING LIKE THAT, THAT'S ALL WE NEED.
OKAY, HERE WE GO. GET THIS STRING GOING.
BACKUP READY. GET READY, SETH.
GET IT, MAC.
SHOW ME A LITTLE BIT MORE LIFE IN THIS LITTLE HOLE.
STILL GOT IT TO OURSELVES.
HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OTHER BOATS OUT HERE TODAY.
JUST KEEP AN EYE OUT.
COME ON.
OH, YEAH.
-YES. -WHOO-HOO!
Harley: OH, YEAH.
OKAY, WE'RE OFF.
THAT'S GOOD, MAN. THAT'S AWESOME.
YEAH, BABY.
Harley: THAT'S SOME NICE STUFF THERE.
LET'S SEE WHAT THE COUNT IS, REALLY LOOKS PRETTY DAMN NICE.
4-4.
44, OKAY.
THAT'S KIND OF THE NUMBERS WE'RE LOOKING FOR.
Man: â™ª I AIN'T THE DEVIL â™ª
â™ª AS FAR AS I CAN SEE â™ª
â™ª I AIN'T THE DEVIL â™ª
â™ª BUT HE LIVES IN ME â™ª
â™ª AND I AIN'T YOUR MAN, BABY â™ª
â™ª AS MUCH AS I WANT TO BE â™ª
THAT'LL COOK.
â™ª I AIN'T THE DEVIL BUT HE TALKS TO ME â™ª
â™ª ANGEL, I WILL NEVER BE â™ª
â™ª I AIN'T AN ANGEL â™ª
â™ª BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU SEE â™ª
THIS IS SWEET.
â™ª AND I AIN'T YOUR MAN, BABY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE â™ª
NUMBERS LOOKING ALL RIGHT.
IT SHOULD BE ENOUGH TO FINISH UP ON.
HOPEFULLY WE GET THEM HERE ON THIS STRING.
WHOO!
IT'S GONNA BE GOOD TO GET IT OVER WITH,
GET READY FOR OUR NEXT LITTLE GO-AROUND WITH THE BAIRDI.
YEAH!
THAT DOES LOOK GOOD.
OH, YEAH. THIS'LL BE GOOD.
â™ª NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY â™ª
â™ª NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO â™ª
â™ª BABY, YOU'RE THE DEVIL â™ª
â™ª I TRUST IN YOU â™ª
MAC, WATCH OUT.
Narrator: 225 MILES NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...
-WHOO! -YEAH!
-WHOO!
-YEAH!
YEAH!
MAC, WATCH OUT.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
LOOKS LIKE IT WAS ON.
THE EAR SNAPPED OFF, MAN.
IT SNAPPED OFF?
EAR SNAPPED OFF.
THE EAR BROKE OFF?
Narrator: AFTER LOCKING MORE THAN 1,500 POTS THIS SEASON,
THE AFT DOG CLAMP BREAKS...
MAC, WATCH OUT.
Narrator: ...DROPPING HALF A TON OF STEEL
JUST INCHES FROM THE CREW.
THIS IS THE ONE THAT'S BROKEN.
THE ONE THAT'S -- THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS.
OKAY. WHY DON'T YOU REPAIR IT?
IF I DON'T GET THAT DOG FIXED,
I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO HAUL THIS GEAR.
I NEED THAT DOG.
GET IT OUT OF THERE?
YEAH, MUNSEY, HE'S AN AWESOME CHIEF, MAN,
KEEPS THIS BOAT MOVING ALL THE TIME.
Narrator: WITH NO TIME TO SPARE, HARLEY TAPS ACE ENGINEER
MICHAEL "MUNSEY" KENNEN...
GET IT OUT OF THERE?
Narrator: ...TO REPLACE THE DOG
AND GIVE THEM A SHOT AT FINISHING THE SEASON.
HE LOVES THIS BOAT.
HE LOVES THIS BOAT AS MUCH AS I DO.
THUMBS UP. THANK YOU.
WELL, NOW WE'LL SEE, WHEN HE TILTS IT UP, IF IT CAN HOLD.
YEAH. WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS.
SWEET.
Narrator: 115 MILES NORTHWEST,
ABOARD THE NORTHWESTERN...
WELL, IT'S THE START OF BAIRDI,
FIRST GUYS OUT HERE THAT I CAN SEE.
MANDY SPREAD THEM OUT FOR QUITE A WAYS NORTH AND SOUTH.
Narrator: ...AS THE WAR CONTINUES TO RAGE
ON THE KING CRAB GROUNDS...
Sig: HOPEFULLY WE FIND A NICE HONEY HOLE.
YOU NEVER KNOW.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL SEE YOU. LOVE YOU.
Narrator: ...SIG NUDGES UP ON HIS FIRST BAIRDI POTS,
SET BY APPRENTICE DAUGHTER MANDY.
STILL KIND OF WORKING WITHIN HER LIMITATIONS.
YOU KNOW, WE HAD A CLOSE CALL WITH A PICKING HOOK OUT THERE,
AND SO I THINK THAT, YOU KNOW, SHE LEARNED SOMETHING,
BUT, FOR NOW, BABY STEPS.
-BAIRDI. -WHOO!
-YEAH. -ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SEE WHAT WE GET.
ALL I NEED IS 100, 100, 100.
-WHOO. -WHOO.
-OH. -GETTING KIND OF LIGHT?
-NONE. -NO.
-IT'S ALL STARFISH? -FIRST POD.
STARFISH. .
IS THERE ANY BAIRDI?
MAYBE SIX?
ONLY ABOUT A HALF A DOZEN, MANDY.
WE NEED MORE THAN THAT.
I WAS HOPING FOR SOME BIG,
MONSTER CLEAN ONES, YOU KNOW, WAY UP HERE.
THAT'S WHAT I WAS HOPING FOR.
OH, GOD.
COD.
AND THAT'S NOT LOOKING GOOD EITHER.
IT REALLY DOESN'T LOOK GOOD.
THAT'S -- DAMN IT, MAN.
THAT'S NOT GOOD.
ZERO CRAB. I DON'T KNOW.
WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT RIGHT NOW.
- DAMN IT. -ALL FISH.
WHAT'S THAT HERE?
IT'S GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT.
BUNCH OF LITTLE JERRYS IN THIS .
-ZERO. -WE GOT THEM SPREAD OUT.
SOMETHING IS GONNA HAVE TO HIT SOMETHING HERE.
THAT'S ALL I KNOW.
Narrator: 40 MILES EAST...
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
I COULDN'T SLEEP AT ALL BECAUSE I'VE BEEN OVER IN THE CORNER
OVER THERE, BITING MY NAILS OFF.
Narrator: ...AFTER SETTING AGAINST CASEY'S WISHES
WHILE HE WAS ASLEEP...
Josh: WE JUST NEED A LITTLE BIT MORE CRAB.
I'M GONNA HELP US, HELP THE TEAM HERE.
Narrator: ...JOSH BANKS THAT HIS SETUP NORTH
HAS THE KING CRAB THEY NEED TO SEND THEM HOME.
SO GIDDY UP. BE READY FOR IT.
FIRST POT'S COMING UP.
FIRST POT!
-MONEY, MONEY, MONEY. -DIG IT.
DIG IT. SNAG IT.
KING CRABBING, BOYS AND GIRLS.
WHOO!
STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOU .
LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
FIRST POT'S IN THE BLOCK.
ALL RIGHT! RIGHT!
THE LAST THING I WANT TO HAVE HAPPEN IS WE GO OUT HERE,
AND THERE AIN'T IN IT, AND IT TAKES AN EXTRA DAY
TO GO HUNT DOWN ANOTHER STRING OF CRAB SOMEWHERE
SO WE CAN GET THIS BUTTONED UP.
HE'S TRYING TO MAKE HIMSELF LOOK LIKE A HERO RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES"...
I'M MAKING A SHEPHERD'S PIE FROM A MOOSE THAT MAC SHOT.
HARLEY LOVES THIS MEAL.
Narrator: MUNSEY SERVES UP ANOTHER ALASKAN DELICACY --
MOOSE, THE CRAB OF THE FOREST.
OH, I THINK OTHER GUYS CAN COOK.
I JUST DON'T THINK THEY DO IT AS WELL.
YOU KNOW, THERE'S NOTHING WORSE THAN HAVING A GUY THAT COMES IN,
AND IT'S JUST A BIG BOWL OF SLOP,
AND EVERYONE GETS THE RUNS AFTERWARDS.
THE KEY TO HAVING GOOD MOOSE MEAT
IS SHOOTING IT WHEN IT'S NOT LOOKING.
WHEN YOU GET MOOSE THAT TAKES OFF INTO THE WOODS,
IT'S GOT A LOT OF ADRENALINE,
AND THAT STUFF COMES OUT SUPER GAMY.
THAT LOOKS GOOD, HUH?
THAT'S DELICIOUS.
MUNSEY'S FAMOUS SHEPHERD PIE.
Narrator: HIS PIT CREW FED AND IN TOP FORM,
THE SOUTHERN WIND'SHOT LAP
HAS THEM BACK IN THE RUNNING FOR PULL POSITION.
Narrator: 235 MILES NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR...
-FIRST POT. -MONEY, MONEY, MONEY.
Narrator: ...ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
STILL CAN'T YOU BELIEVE YOU .
A LOT OF GUYS OUT THERE THAT OWN QUOTA,
THEY'RE TAKING NOTE OF WHAT WE'RE DOING.
Narrator: ...RISKING $1 MILLION IN NEW QUOTA
AND CASEY'S WRATH...
Josh: WE'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS. FIRST POT'S IN THE BLOCK.
Narrator: ...JOSH PREPARES TO LEARN THE FATE
OF HIS SNEAKY NORTHERN SET.
-YEAH! -YEAH, BABY.
WHOO.
OH, GOD.
-ALL RIGHT. -THAT'S A GOOD POT.
THOSE ARE GOOD CRAB IN THERE.
Narrator: JOSH'S GAMBLE ON THE NORTHERN GROUNDS...
71 CRAB MASTERS.
Narrator: ...WELL, IT WORKED.
I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW LUCKY YOU ARE ALL THE TIME.
WHOA. HOLY .
-WHOA. -WHOO!
I'M STILL NOT HAPPY YOU DID THAT,
BUT I KIND OF AM, OKAY?
I WON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN.
YEAH, RIGHT.
WHERE'S THE CROSSED FINGERS AT?
I KNOW YOU GOT THEM GOING ON OVER THERE.
WHOO.
91.
9-1.
CAN'T BELIEVE THAT, MAN. IT'S GOOD POTS.
Narrator: 50 MILES WEST,
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
OH, NO. WE'RE NEVER GOING HOME.
THIS COULD MAKE FOR A VERY LONG TRIP.
CAUGHT MORE CRABS THAN THIS IN 1989 IN A TRUCK STOP.
THAT'S A TRUE STATEMENT.
Narrator: SO FAR, MANDY'S PROSPECT GEAR
HAS FAILED TO PAY OFF.
WE GOT ONE MORE TO CHECK HERE.
THAT'S THE FARTHEST TO THE SOUTH.
Narrator: ALL THAT REMAINS IS HER FINAL STRING TO THE SOUTH.
I NEVER DID LIKE FISHING BAIRDI.
FIND LIFE AS SOON AS YOU QUIT BEING NEGATIVE NANCY.
HMM.
WE'VE GOT ANOTHER STRING, SEE WHAT WE COME UP WITH.
-ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN. -ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN.
MONKEYS CAN FLY RIGHT OUT OF MY ASS.
YOU DON'T KNOW.
TRYING TO BE POSITIVE. IT'S NOT EASY.
COME ON, NOW.
LET THERE BE CRAB.
-YEAH. -WHOO!
THAT LOOKS GOOD.
I LIKE THAT.
-YAY! -WHOO!
OOH, THE CRABBIES ARE HERE.
YEAH, BUDDY.
THAT'S YOURS.
-YOU OWN IT. -YEAH.
WHAT'D HE SAY?
-88. -88.
YEAH, PICK UP.
-WE ARE LOOKING GOOD. -80.
ALL I NEED IS 100, 100, 100.
-YEAH. - YEAH.
NOW, THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
WHOO!
BOY, YOU FOUND...
THIS IS THE KIND OF FISHING THAT YOU WANT.
THIS IS AMAZING.
140.
WE GOT TO GET SOME GEAR ON IT, MAN.
100.
AND OVER.
WHOO!
I WISH I WOULD HAVE LANDED HERE RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE.
BOW DOWN!
WEAR YOUR BUTTON. I GOT YOUR BUTTON!
THIS IS IT, MAN, GET THAT RED CRAB QUOTA CAUGHT.
OH, YEAH.
-WHOO! -WHOO!
Narrator: THE SOUTHERN WIND CAPS OFF KINGS...
THAT'S A WRAP, BABY.
Narrator: ...BANKING 80,000 POUNDS,
WORTH OVER $750,000,
THAT'S 25 GRAND A MAN.
GOOD FEELING.
THAT THING IS BEHIND US NOW.
WE'RE OFF TO THE BAIRDI.
-YES. -WHOO! OUT OF HERE.
THAT'S IT, BOYS. WE DID IT.
ANOTHER SEASON UNDER THE BELT HERE.
BEEN A WILD ONE.
Narrator: ON THE CORNELIA MARIE, JOSH'S GAMBLE PAYS OFF,
TANKING 110,000 POUNDS FOR THE SEASON,
WORTH OVER $1 MILLION.
THAT'S 65 GRAND FOR EACH CREWMAN.
YOU KNOW, ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOUR LUCK'S GONNA RUN OUT,
AND YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA HAVE TO GET GOOD.
ONE DAY, THAT'LL HAPPEN, BUT NOT TODAY.
ON TO THE NEXT.