Mandy’s Selfie Saves Sig’s Crab Catch! | Deadliest Catch

With 10 days until processors shut their doors, Captain Sig Hansen and his daughter Mandy lose the scent on grounds dimpled with ridges and gullies.

“I mean, we had, you know, a little spot around here. It was like a dip, a hole, but I can’t remember where.
When we fished it, it was on my bathymetric chart.”

Mandy:
“I know it was in, like, a curve, but I don’t know which one. I don’t see your charts.”

Sig:
“Come on. I don’t know when, but I know I got it on a plotter somewhere.
Norm, that old computer we took off—remember? Can you dig and see if it’s here?”

Norm:
“Roger. How do you know it’s in the box?”

Sig:
“It’s heavy. I do know that hole, where I want to fish, from the past. That was in the ‘90s, and it’s on that old computer.
Is it doable? Can you hook that up?”

Norm:
“Yeah, looks like it.”

Sig:
“Need a bigger door, though.”

Norm:
“All right, fire it up. Let’s see.”

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Norm (navigating):
“Oh, so if I go to file here… OP97… OP95… What’s that?”

Sig:
“That’s a hole. That’s a hole!”

(Laughter)

Sig:
“Awesome. Good job! Awesome. You got to come see this—come up here!”

Mandy:
“What’s going on?”

Sig:
“Take a look at this. See how that dip there looks like a hole?
See that? That looks like a plateau, then it curves up. You wouldn’t think that was a ditch or a hole, would you?
Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Mandy:
“I can’t believe you didn’t write this down.”

Sig:
“I got it! That’s so silly. I would have never, ever found that without this data. No way. Good job, Norman!”

(Music plays)

Norm:
“Buddy, come on. What happened?”

Sig:
“Come on now. It’s gone.”

Norm:
“It can’t be gone.”

Sig:
“It’s gone! What did you click on?”

Norm:
“I didn’t touch a damn thing! I was looking at the areas, and I clicked over. Bang! Gone. Just like that. It’s dead.”

Sig:
“Dead?”

Norm:
“It’s like a door nailed shut. The screen went off, then it switched to that other globe thing or whatever.
Then it just kind of disappeared.”

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Sig:
“Check underneath here and see what you can find. Anything?”

Norm:
“Nothing.”

Sig:
“You bumped the deck camera. That’s flickering. There’s nothing we can do. Why?”

Norm:
“The power cord’s plugged in. The strip shows power, so the computer must have finally died. Son of a…”

(Music fades)

Sig:
“The problem is I needed to find it. Just my luck. I bet I can pull those coordinates up for you.”

Mandy:
“See? Modern-day technology! Look at that.”

Sig:
“Yeah! Got your spot. Isn’t that your hole? Blow it up! Write it down before my phone crashes.”

Mandy:
“Read me that bearing: 56° 09’ 52.52” N, 166° 41’ 65.6” W.”

Sig:
“You got your little honey hole back.”

Mandy:
“So you’re good?”

Sig:
“Oh, I’m real good right now. I got my mark. We’ll set a little bit through there. If there’s any life, you go in for the slam.”

Mandy:
“Sounds like a plan.”

Sig:
“Honey hole! Drop it!”

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Mandy:
“Welcome to the honey hole.”

(Music plays)

Sig:
“There’s crab! There’s crab, but it’s not that great. Still good crab. Remember, we’re on the top here. That’s still crab, okay?
We just pulled the first pot—nice, clean, big crab. We’re just warming up.”

Mandy:
“Okay. We already saw the sign.”

Sig:
“Now we’re dialed in. That looks good. I’m guessing there’s a good 50 or 60.”

Mandy:
“All right, that’s really good too.”

Sig:
“We need a few more of those, and that’ll fill the tank. That’s exactly what we’re going to do. Got to turn and burn on this one.
We’ve got to be aggressive.”

Mandy:
“Now there we go!”

Sig:
“Yeah, that’s cool. 70 crabs in 20 hours. Crazy!”

Mandy:
“Yeah, baby. Thanks for showing me that. Now I know where to go in the future.”

Sig:
“Well, don’t let anybody follow you. This is passing the torch!”

Mandy:
“Fine. I’ll just take it out of the cloud.”

Sig:
“And now the cloud stole it. Now it’s everybody’s hole!”

Mandy:
“The cloud doesn’t get my hole. Stay away from my hole, you cloud!”

(Laughter)