[Johnathan impersonating Elmer Fudd]
[normally] Everything's hunting everything.
Everything down there eats everything.
Fish will eat a crab, a crab will eat a fish.
And we're hunting them.
We're hunting the hunters.
[intense music playing]
[crew cheering]
[Jake on radio]
[Sig laughs]
[Johnathan] Some people believe in the circle of life.
Whoa [bleep]
Watch out!
Yeah!
[laughs]
[blows raspberry]
[ominous chord strikes]
[water gurgling]
[waves crashing]
194 miles northeast of Dutch Harbor,
On the western bairdi crab grounds...
All right, guys, one
Roger!
...aboard the Cornelia Marie.
Just offloaded 100,000 pounds of king crab.
Now, we're out for bairdi.
Whoo-hoo!
Load up 100 percent.
It's not a bad way to make $2 million.
[deckhand] Wow!
Whoo!
[exclaiming]
[Jake] There's the line, right there.
Currents run so hard here.
The nutrients, they get stirred up,
and then the crab eat it.
[dramatic music playing]
You can only fish one side at a time.
If you set close enough, you can pull crab from
the opposing district.
The bairdi fisheries are comprised of eastern
and western territories.
Dividing them, the 166 line.
Because boats can't cross the border to fish,
and bairdi honor no such rules, Captain Jake Anderson
launches his season looking to lure crab from both sides.
-Yee-haw! -Yeah!
All right, go ahead and dump it, fellas.
-It's going over! -Pot going over!
[splashing]
Go!
[deckhand shouting indistinctly]
Yeah, baby!
What the [bleep]
Sig's right over here, right across the border.
I'm calling him right now.
Just two miles away,
in the eastern bairdi crab fishery,
aboard the Northwestern.
Now that king crab season is over,
we're moving into bairdi.
You know, just because we're fishing the line
and I'm on one side, the crab don't know that.
They mill back and forth.
And they're only going to go in your pot
if you've got a nice scent of bait,
and the only way to do that is to add more.
Kicking off his $100,000 eastern bairdi crab season,
Captain Sig Hansen targets his permitted side of
the nutrient-rich line.
[deckhand speaking on radio]
Yeah.
OK, Roger.
Triple baiting to peel off crab from the west.
Whoa!
-Let her go!
Here we go, first pot, baby!
-Hammer down! -Here we go, baby!
-Yeah, baby! -Whoo!
[satellite phone ringing]
It's Jake.
I don't want to answer him.
[deckhand] Going over!
[Sig] I hate to be like that, but I mean,
he just really doesn't need to know what we're doing over here,
does he?
Sig's trying to take the crab
from my district into his district.
He's doing the same thing I'm doing.
That's bull[bleep]
We're about to do something crazy.
Hey, what?
OK, Roger.
Come on, ladies, let's go.
-Let's go. -Got it?
Yep.
There we go.
Take two pots.
Good.
And about 500 to 600 pounds of bait.
What this is going to do when it lands is going to create
a cloud and start drawing the crab away from Sig
through scent
and into my gear.
Sig thinks he's going to pull a fast one over on us.
He's got another thing coming.
-Woo ha-ha! -Whoo.
250 miles northwest,
in the upper latitudes of the Golden King Crab Grounds...
[deckhand] Okay, good!
[Johnathan on radio]
Right, roger!
Send our soldiers down with double rations.
[chuckles]
...aboard the Time Bandit.
We're over 124 fathoms right here.
It's always been good here for us.
Knock on wood.
We can gross a couple million bucks.
Just started the trip, it's day one.
We want to do it as quick as we can.
[deckhand] Hey, the freezer's not working!
The bait is thawed out!
What's that?
We've got an issue with the bait freezer.
All the bait is thawed out.
-You gotta be kidding me. -What about our food?
Ugh!
Bleh!
[seagull crying]
[gagging]
That's our food, dang, it's all rotten.
Not our ice cream, no.
[deckhand vomiting]
-[vomiting continues] -[Johnathan] Aye, aye, aye.
-God. -[crew wretching]
Oh, my God.
You think there's enough bait in there that not rotten?
We can get through this set?
With his icebox having lost its cool...
Okay, guys, at least we'll get these in the water, put some
bait in it, and we'll figure out what we're gonna do next.
Roger!
...Captain Johnathan Hillstrand is out 5,000 pounds of herring
and 500 pounds of perishable food.
Let her go.
Come on, guys, go, go, go!
Necessary to fuel all eight stomachs aboard for
the three-week Golden King Crab season.
We got freon on board? -Nope.
Ah, [bleep]
[crew shouting indistinctly]
We don't have any more bait than that,
and all our food's gone.
Phew, big mistake.
If I run to town, there's going to be $20,000 in fuel.
I'm going to miss three days of fishing.
I got to figure something out.
So St. George is right here.
Huh.
John looks to resupply at the 35-square mile outpost of
St. George Island, one day closer than Dutch.
You got me here, Grace?
Home to 28 residents...
[Grace on phone]
...and friend to the fleet, Grace.
Is there anybody in town that would have freon?
Also, we need like 5,000 pounds of herring.
[Grace laughs hysterically]
[gags]
Okay, that's perfect.
Just wondering how well is your food storage stock?
[Grace chuckles]
I mean, yeah, we would come do that.
OK, thank you.
[waves crashing]
[Johnathan]
But to St. George we go.
[deckhand] Going over.
190 miles northeast,
on the northern red king crab grounds...
Coming up north, we did find a nice
chunk of crab and a lot of people moved in
and started hammering on it.
...aboard the Aleutian Lady.
I mean, these crab can move.
We're going down the border
of the blue king crab savings ground
that nobody has fished in decades.
I'm banking there is a huge amount of crab in this area.
And us saying right on the border is going to draw
some of those crab out.
Touting the fleet's largest red king quota,
Captain Rick Shelford sets 30 pots on a southeast bearing,
using rudder and throttle input to stay over legal territory
on the hunt for his remaining $1.5 million of crab
in building 20-foot seas.
Turn, baby, turn!
Go, go, go!
[bleep] me.
[waves crashing]
Watch the back deck.
[deckhand] Ohh [bleep]
All part of the fun of being a fisherman.
[suspenseful music playing]
[alarm beeping]
What the hell?
[bleep]
Hey, Noah.
Roger.
[intense music playing]
Can barely even keep the boat straight.
I don't have control.
Come on, Noah.
I need power.
Oh [bleep]
Watch the rail. Big wave.
[crew shouting indistinctly]
-Oh, my god. -Watch out!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch out!
-[waves slamming boat] -[deckhand] Ah [bleep]
Oh!
On the Aleutian Lady.
-Oh [bleep]
Watch the rail.
[deckhand] Watch out!
Watch out!
[waves slamming boat]
Oh [bleep]
Are you guys OK?
Hopefully, Noah will get this fixed real quick because I
can't just sit around here
without having power in the storm.
[bleep]
[waves crashing]
I got to go check this out.
So... How we looking?
Roger.
Hold steady.
[hydraulics hissing]
[engine powers up]
[dramatic music playing]
All right, we're back online.
[deckhand] Let's go, baby!
We must have sucked a bunch of [bleep] in our fuel tank,
and it plugged up our Racor filters, and it was starving
the main engine of fuel.
Noah pulled the dirty s out, put new ones in,
got it fired up, and we're good to go.
Right now,
I need to get the pots off the boat.
Going over.
And hopefully, find a little something.
110 miles southeast,
in the eastern bairdi fishery.
[somber music playing]
-[Sig] Coming up. -OK, Roger.
Let's get them on.
Aboard the Northwestern.
Yeah, buddy!
[suspenseful music playing]
Alright, first pot.
We'll see what's in this thing.
If you can get a 50, 60 average, you're doing great.
We're hoping for at least 30, 40.
That's our goal.
Uh-oh.
-Not much. -[Sig] Ugh.
Handful of crab.
-We need more than that. -18.
All right, second pot.
There's big fishing out here, guaranteed.
-Guaran-[bleep]-teed. -Oh, no!
It's not adding up.
Okay.
So.
Huh.
What the hell is that?
Just stand by for a second.
I'm gonna run over a little bit.
Check something out.
I mean, I can't fish over the line right there,
but you can certainly check it out.
[console clicking]
That's just strange, you know?
That's definitely not a normal bag setup.
Might as well take a peek, don't you think?
-Yeah. -Roger.
[intriguing music playing]
Oh, it's a CM bag.
That's Jake's gear.
Well, let's see what we got.
[deckhand] Oh, it's almost...
Looks like he's got two pots welded together.
[Sig] What?
Hang on to it there.
I'm just going to pull it over a little bit.
I'm just going to go across the line.
Go ahead.
Stand by.
[hydraulics hissing]
[propellers whirring]
[engine rumbling]
Well, now his pot's working for us.
-Let her go! -Okay.
We'll see if we can chum some more crab in here.
Two can play at that game.
On the western bairdi grounds...
Aboard the Cornelia Marie.
[deckhand] Alright.
All right, guys. This is where we
...blood in the water.
Whoo!
We're coming up on my line set next to the bait pot.
I'm really excited to see what's in it.
[gear whirring]
Phil was a line fisherman,
so maybe I'll have some of that Cornelia Marie luck.
No good!
-What the [bleep]?
-Ah, [bleep] -You're kidding me.
There any holes in that pot, guys?
What the hell? Where'd they go?
I mean, something's up, dude.
I'm gonna check the bait pot here and see what's going on.
It's just up here a little ways.
[propellers whirring]
[intense music playing]
Where the [bleep] is it?
It just vanished.
There's the Northwestern right there.
Just three miles across the line,
on the eastern bairdi grounds...
[crew cheering]
-Bairdi! -Bairdi!
Whoo!
I don't even have to look.
[laughs]
Aboard the Northwestern.
[Sig] Now that we have Jake's bait pot fishing next to us...
Oh, yeah!
There's a good chunk of crab in them.
Who's this?
I thought I saw Mark on the radar.
That's the Cornelia right there,
but we do got another guy out that way.
Just don't come any closer.
-[deckhand] [laughing] Hey, yeah.
[satellite phone ringing]
Let's see who it is.
[laughs]
Called again, it's Anderson.
[Sig on phone]
Where's my pot?
[Sig laughing on radio]
...comes around, kid.
I'm going to move down the line.
...fishing was pretty dang good around it.
[crew cheering]
Oh!
[exhales] [bleep]
[intense music playing]
[Sig] But, oh boy.
I'm looking at it right now.
There's some boats moving in, that's for sure.
You know, they come in, guns blazing, then it can do
a lot of damage.
[Jake] There goes the neighborhood.
The big boats are coming in.
If we can work together, we can protect that real estate.
What do you say we take two of those bait pots, set them on
either side of the line,
and then
...above me, and then we'll see
what happens?
[intense music playing]
Sig and Jake's plan?
Combine forces and build a second bait pot, placing one
on each side of the border,
betting they can harvest the bairdi from
the nutrient-rich sea floor before the competition
infiltrates their chosen grounds.
That's a lot of bait.
Hopefully there's enough crab for the both of us on either
side of the line. -Okay, there we go.
We don't have much of a choice, but we just got to
get these crab before I see lights out the window.
They're like bees, buzzards.
-There we go. -The crab hotel's ready.
Let her go.
Bait pot, baby!
Bait pot, let's go!
This is either the dumbest or the smartest thing we ever done.
142 miles west in St. George Harbor.
[Johnathan] The freezer broke, we lost all our meat.
We need protein, we need meat.
We burn a lot of calories out here.
Hunting caribou,
this saves us three days plus $20,000 in fuel,
if we can pull this off.
Aboard the Time Bandit.
[Johnathan] Hey, so, uh,
you guys have the most experience hunting.
Teddy Bear, I need you to go hunt for freon.
-You're doing supplies. -Roger.
We better kill something because Teddy's starting to
look like a ham sandwich. -Yeah.
We got a contact on the island.
You're all set.
They got rifles.
They got four wheelers.
They're going to show up in the dock any minute
and take you down the road.
Let's go get some caribou, guys.
All right!
[crew cheering]
-[bleep] -Come on, brother, let's do it!
[dramatic music playing]
St. George is a little island in the middle of nowhere.
It'd be a godsend to get a caribou.
-[waves crashing] -[wind blowing]
[deckhand] It's gonna be awesome.
[Johnathan] We're right here.
We're over here somewhere.
That's just the last known location from the islanders.
Thank you so much.
We really appreciate this.
Thank you so much, This is awesome!
[Johnathan] Guys are going to go
and get up here over in this area.
It's sort of a mountain,
up and over the top,
and then they got to walk in.
It's treacherous.
God help these guys get some caribou, please.
112 miles northeast...
on the northern red king crab grounds
aboard the Aleutian Lady.
I came to the blue king crab savings ground
to be one step ahead of everybody,
and we set right up on the border,
and I just hugged that thing as tight as I possibly can.
I'm really relying on this area to produce for me.
I have to hit my offload,
and it's going to be pure hell.
Oh, oh, gotta watch the rail.
I can't just pick up the next pot and run to the next one.
So right now, I got the wind and the waves coming on my
starboard bow, and I do not want to take anybody out.
So I got to turn on every pot.
[hydraulics hissing]
[foreboding music playing]
This is going to be a rolly sum of a bitch tonight.
[bleep]
All right, guys. Here we go.
First pot.
[rope whirring]
[dramatic music playing]
First pot.
Let's hope that we have something in it.
Oh, yeah!
Holy crap!
There's a lot of crab!
Damn!
That's some good sign.
Oh, wow, whoa!
Watch out, watch out, watch out!
Look out!
[waves crashing]
Oh wow, whoa!
Watch out, watch out, watch out!
Look out!
[crew screaming]
Oh, [bleep]
Agh!
Argh!
[bleep]
-Everybody good? -Yeah, everybody's good.
It's almost better to be naive
to how dangerous the situation's in,
it is around you.
Then you don't really know how scared you're supposed to be.
I'm glad I saw it out of the corner of my eye.
We're fishing, we got to keep fishing,
so I got to try to plan out every move I make.
It's about cutting through, sliding through the waves,
so they're not spraying.
All right, here we go, coming up on the second pot.
[deckhand] Come on, baby.
Now it's time to actually fish.
[triumphant music playing]
[deckhand] What do we got, what do we got?
Give us some love, have some crab.
-Woo-hoo! -Oh, baby!
Oh.
[laughing]
-Yeah, baby! -Woo!
Even more. It's up the tunnel.
5-9, 59.
We're making money right now, like money, money.
Jake, watch the rail.
We gotta open it a bit in order to go to the next pot.
[Jake] Roger!
I got to try to time everything perfectly, the waves.
The guys hauling, where the pots are.
I mean, it is kind of an art.
[crew shouting indistinctly]
Come on, come on,
All right!
-Whoo! -Oh, yeah.
[crew speaking indistinctly]
We're Looking pretty.
Crab count 6-7, 67.
We took a gamble, and we set right up on the border of
the blue king crab savings ground.
We found crab, and now I got to stay on top of them
in order to make our offload.
In St. George Harbor...
-You got the freon? -Yeah.
Good man.
Take that down, and we'll have refrigeration back.
-Thank you. -OK, roger.
...aboard the Time Bandit.
Well, there's six of us.
It should be at least two pounds per person.
That's 16 pounds of meat per day times 21 days.
346 pounds of meat.
So hopefully we can get one big, fat caribou
so we can get through the season.
On the northeast side of the island.
So, we just crest the hill. We're going down the back side.
Still trying to locate this herd.
Haven't found them yet.
Hopefully, we'll get lucky here soon.
[suspenseful music playing]
[whispering] Hey, you all.
They're up there on the freaking hill.
See, right there.
Yes, several of them.
Oh [bleep] there he is, dude.
See one?
-Yep. -I see the bull caribou.
I'm good.
Hell, yeah.
Roger. [radio beeps]
[intense music playing]
[whispering indistinctly]
[gunshot]
220 miles north of Dutch Harbor...
[whispering]
..on St. George Island.
[whispering indistinctly]
[gunshot]
Ooh [bleep] got him.
Got him, dude, shot him.
Yup, that's it.
He's down. He's down, dude.
Hell yeah!
Big bull down! Big bull down!
Did you see that?
Let's go lay some hands on some tines, boys!
He's done.
-Oh, damn. -Oh, yeah.
-Look at this thing! -It's freaking unreal.
That is the perfect caribou you want to take out of the herd.
Yeah.
He's so old, his antlers are starting to regress.
-Wow! -Just an old bruiser, I mean.
-That's a lot of meat. -This will feed the crew.
Hopefully, we can give some meat to our families.
Good job, brother, congratulations.
[Johnathan] Welcome back, guys.
You guys did it.
-The great hunters. -I'm worn out now, buddy.
That's the biggest caribou I've ever seen in my life.
Let's get that freezer running
and start cutting up some caribou, baby.
OK, guys, let's cut her loose.
Let's get out of here.
This island's been good to us.
God bless St. George.
Thank you, islanders.
We're ready to go fishing.
139 miles east...
You ready to open some presents under the bait tree?
All right, Santa, let's go.
On the bairdi grounds.
[Sig speaking]
All right, guys, we're coming up on the bait pots.
I don't have a lot of time right now.
I got boats coming in.
So I'd like to clean this area up before somebody else comes
in and cleans it up for us.
All right, let's see what happens here.
Pot's coming up.
Should be right on top of them.
We're gonna find out.
-Yeah! -Aw, yeah!
[crew cheering]
That's what I wanna see.
That's what we wanna see right there.
-Beautiful. -Yeah, baby!
-Yeah! -Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
[Jake] That's gotta be 150-plus!
[deckhand] Let's go!
The other boats got close, but they turned and bailed.
You know, I'd like to keep this box that we have as long as
we can, because this is doing really well.
In Norway, do they have a word for thank you?
I just can't do it.
I can't give them that kind of credit.
Oh yeah, baby!
"Jake, you're a genius."
-Yeah! -[crew cheering]
Oh, my God.
We haven't had something that tastes good in a while.
It's fresh.
-Let's eat some meat. -Right.
-Finally. -Cheers.
-Cheers.
It was either that caribou
or we're going to eat Teddy Bear.