Best Of Crab Hunting, Treacherous Waves & Intense Arguments! | PART 1 | Deadliest Catch

Chaos on the Water as Fishing Crew Faces Dangers and Obstacles on the Open Sea

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Alaskan Waters – What started as a routine day of crabbing in the frigid waters of the Bering Sea turned into a chaotic, high-stakes nightmare for one fishing crew, as an unexpected radar target, a tangled propeller, and a complete gear malfunction left them stranded on the water for hours. The crew was forced to navigate multiple obstacles in their bid to stay afloat, encountering mechanical failures, unpredictable weather, and a fishing season filled with unexpected challenges.

It all began with a seemingly harmless sighting. A crew member, scanning the radar, noticed a mysterious vessel showing up 12 miles off the bow, heading southward. However, what was strange about the situation was that the vessel was clearly visible on the radar but was nowhere to be found on the GPS system. This set off alarms among the crew. “What the hell is going on? He’s not showing up on my GPS, but he’s there on the radar,” one of the crew members muttered, his voice thick with confusion.

The crew, accustomed to the peculiarities of the ocean, knew that this wasn’t something to dismiss lightly. “Could be a ghost ship, could be a glitch,” one suggested. “We should go see what it is.” Despite the growing unease among the crew, the captain decided to investigate, figuring that it might be another fishing vessel, but the lack of information from the GPS and the mysterious blip on the radar made the entire situation feel off-kilter.

As the crew tried to make sense of the situation, something more concerning happened. The boat, traveling through the icy waters at a steady pace, suddenly struck an unseen object in the water with a violent crash. A sickening thud reverberated through the hull. “We hit something!” a crew member yelled from below deck. The impact immediately sent the crew scrambling, their minds racing with the worst-case scenarios.

The boat came to an immediate halt, and the sound of water sloshing against the hull filled the air. It became clear that the vessel had hit debris or some form of heavy underwater trap. “No forward movement. No reverse,” the captain shouted in frustration, realizing they were dead in the water. “We’re stuck here!”

This moment of panic quickly gave way to confusion as the crew began to investigate the situation. “Garbage bag in the wheel… net wrapped around the propeller…” one crew member called out as they looked into the source of the damage. It quickly became apparent that the boat’s propeller had become entangled in a massive net, likely a discarded trawl or fishing gear. The crew now had to figure out how to disentangle the boat before it sank them completely.

“Everyone, get up!” one of the crew members shouted, as they frantically began attempting to free the vessel from its entanglement. However, despite their best efforts, the net and debris remained stubbornly stuck around the propeller. They tried every method imaginable to free the boat, but the entangled mess made any forward progress impossible. “We can’t move! We’re dead in the water!” the captain repeated, his frustration building.

“We’re still picking him up on radar, but I can’t get him on GPS,” the captain muttered, frustrated by the still-unidentified vessel they had been trying to follow. It seemed that their luck was dwindling faster than they could process what was happening. “He’s moving away from me, I can’t keep up with him!” the captain shouted as the mystery vessel continued to elude them.

The crew realized that they needed help. “Freddy, get up here and start on the engine,” one crew member called, seeking assistance to try and free the tangled mess. “We need to figure out how to get this gear off the prop and get moving again.” The captain knew that the longer they remained stuck, the more likely the situation would worsen. With the unpredictable weather conditions on the Bering Sea, any further delays could turn into a matter of life and death.

As the crew continued their work, a critical realization set in: the boat’s gearbox had also malfunctioned, further complicating their situation. “We’ve got no forward or reverse, it’s shot,” the captain said, gravely acknowledging that they had no means of propulsion. This was the breaking point. They were stranded in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles of open water, and the only option was to call for outside help.

With every passing minute, the crew’s options were narrowing. “I think we might need a tow,” the captain finally admitted, his voice thick with stress. The icy waters of the Bering Sea, combined with the potential threat from other fishing vessels, meant that they had to act fast. “Can you see if you can get the numbers off that boat?” the captain asked, trying to locate the mysterious vessel from the radar to give their position.

Amidst the mounting chaos, a surprising development emerged. The crew realized that a large, black garbage bag had somehow become entangled around the propeller. This was no ordinary debris—it was a fishing net, wrapped so tightly around the propeller that it had immobilized the vessel. “Get the flames going, light it up,” the captain shouted, suggesting a desperate measure to deal with the mess. The crew resorted to igniting the debris in an attempt to burn it away. With fire lighting the water, the crew frantically worked to remove the net.

At the same time, the crew’s ongoing struggles were compounded by another reality—the crab fishing season was just beginning. Other vessels, including Captain Zig Hansen’s Northwestern, were preparing for the start of the golden king crab fishery. Hansen, who had been out of the king crab fishing game for nearly three decades, was determined to succeed, but he knew that the pressures of the season were immense.

“You know how it is. You’ve got a boat, you’ve got to fish. There’s no time to waste,” Hansen explained. His daughter, Mandy, who was joining him for the season, echoed his sentiments: “It’s a tough season, and the stakes are higher than ever. We’re going after golden king crab, which hasn’t been targeted since 1988. But there’s no room for error.”

Hansen wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure. The entire fleet was in the middle of a high-stakes, derby-style fishery. The urgency to catch as many crabs as possible in the shortest time frame was palpable, and the competition was fierce. “We need to show everyone what we’re made of,” Hansen said, rallying his crew. “We can’t afford to be behind. We’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

But as Hansen and his crew made preparations, other challenges emerged, as they often do in the unpredictable world of commercial fishing. A shortage of bait left some crews scrambling to find enough to sustain their operations. “Did you take all the hanging bait?” one captain demanded, frustration evident in his voice. “I ordered the bait a year ago, and now it’s nowhere to be found. We’re in the hole already.”

Despite the bait shortages, the fleet kept pushing forward. As one crew member pointed out, “It’s a long game. We’ll figure it out. The key is to not lose focus.” But the odds continued to stack up against them, with each challenge—from gear breakdowns to unpredictable weather and the pressure of the season—wearing on the captains and crew alike.

Meanwhile, the damaged vessel remained stranded, the flames from their burning net casting long shadows across the water. With a sense of determination and grit, the crew pushed forward, knowing that their lives depended on their ability to remain calm and resourceful. Every minute counted, and the ticking clock was not on their side.

As the season carried on, the ordeal would serve as a reminder of just how unforgiving the Bering Sea can be. In the world of commercial fishing, danger is never far away, and every day is a battle against the unpredictable elements. Whether it’s the broken gearbox, the tangled nets, or the ever-looming uncertainty of the ocean, these crews know that in this high-stakes game, survival means adapting to the chaos, working together under pressure, and never backing down.

For now, the crew of the stranded vessel waited for their chance to get back on the water. As for the rest of the fleet, the season was just beginning, and they were ready to face whatever came their way.