Sig Hansen STEALS Jake’s Crab Pots To Teach Him A Lesson! | Deadliest Catch

Tensions Rise as Sig Hansen Teaches Jake Anderson a Lesson at Sea

“Clark, you want to come up for a second?” Sig Hansen called out, clearly frustrated. “I’ve been conversing with Jake back and forth, and something smells funny. He’s alluding to us following instincts from 2006 and 2007. But back then, he wasn’t even running a boat—he was on deck!”

Sig continued, “He’s talking water temperatures and areas. Unless he’s been digging through my old charts, how would he know? Look at the search history. He’s been snooping through everything I had back then!” Feeling violated, Sig decided Jake needed a lesson. “Let’s teach him whose charts those are.”

Sig approached Jake’s Northern gear. “I already know he’s in the wrong spot,” Sig said confidently. “He’s fishing in a desert. Watch and learn.”

Reaching out over the radio, Sig called Jake. “You on there, Jake?”
“Yeah, I got you,” Jake replied.
“How’s it going?”
“Almost done setting for 50 miles.”
“So you’re about five or six miles south of us?”
“Roger. I’ll keep you in the loop,” Jake responded.

But Sig had other plans. “We’ve got to teach this guy a lesson,” he told his crew. Sig’s scheme? Pull 20 of Jake’s pots and relocate them 50 miles north to the suspected biomass location. “There’s not going to be any crab in those pots where they are now, but this will sting,” Sig said.

With the plan underway, Sig’s team set Jake’s pots parallel to their own. “This is just for fun,” Sig joked. Shortly after, the first pot came up. “That’s a quarter full!” Sig exclaimed, confirming he was right about the biomass location.

Meanwhile, Jake realized something was wrong. “The gear should be right here. There’s no reason these pots should be gone,” Jake said, suspecting foul play. “Did the Northwestern touch my gear?”

Jake radioed Sig. “Sig, did you haul my gear?”
“What, having trouble finding a string?” Sig teased.
“You hauled my gear, didn’t you?” Jake pressed.
“I’d say I gave you a gift,” Sig retorted. “Think of it like a treasure hunt. Start with the first one—56°40.3′ and 162°44.57′. You’re welcome.”

Frustrated, Jake muttered, “I don’t need a lesson or a spanking. I just need my gear.”

With the tension thick, both captains returned to their respective tasks, proving that in the competitive world of crab fishing, respect and rivalry often go hand in hand.