Crewmate PUNISHED For Not Tying Down Crab Pots! | Deadliest Catch

On the 108t Cape Caution: “Come on baby, show me some lab here. Oh yeah, Kaboom Ching!” Captain Wild Bill Miksak has been on the crab for two days. Let’s get this done. Now he’s ready to top off his tanks and close out his King season.

“Going to finish this up, get on down the road.” The road, in a way, unfortunately, we got on what we have on because it’s all over the news that there is a super typhoon forming south of Japan. Projected models show it coming through here within the week. It’s going to be potentially the lowest low pressure in recorded history, and low pressure is weather.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s all the red crab we have, so get on it, stack with the last of the red crab.” Caught, the skipper aims to stack his gear and get to town before Nuri hits.

“This is the end of harvest, so we still have work to do, and we got 71 pots down here to the South. We need them stacked. In sea conditions like this, it’s difficult enough to drive this thing, let alone with a stack of gear on it. We’re going to be putting a stack on. We need to make sure these pot ties are tied good and the pots are in there good, you know?”

23-year-old greenhorn Miles Johnson gets a few pointers before heading out for his first stack in heavy seas.

“You really need to take your time. Three or more pot ties. I don’t care how many pot ties you put on the pots, as long as you put three or more, okay? Don’t get lazy up there or down here. Just nothing top. We’re all worried about the upper stack.”

“Think you’re the only one worried about the upper stack? Now, let’s take a look at these.”

“Yeah, Nish, my first time doing the stack weather. New assignments haven’t always worked out for Miles.”

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“Greenhorn, he took an 800lb pot to the face on his first time at the rail. Now, the returning greenhorn is a little gun shy. Miles had some issues with being afraid last season. We’ve seen this pattern in him before, but it just comes with experience.”

“Bering Sea decided to get a little bit pissed off right now. He’s coming up from here on. It’s real dump.”

Having reached their king crab quota, the crew returns the remaining crab from whence they came.

“Be real careful. Keep your eyes on the water. Don’t turn your back.”

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Help! [Music] Help!”

Captain Wild Bill Wichrowski is on a mission to stack and run before typhoon Nuri hits.

“I’m ready to finish it up. Got 23 pots left. The typhoon’s coming. Hopefully, we’re out here before the beginning of the apocalypse. Can’t spin it, Miles. Can’t spin it more than that. Oh, it’s pretty gnarly up here. Get that pot that was just on the stack. He’s, uh, he moved into a spot that was kind of new to him. No, wasn’t kind of new, it was very new to him.”

With the super typhoon building, greenhorn Miles Johnson gets tested on the stack.

“Miles is kind of awkward on the stack. You know how a newborn baby walks? Like that.”

“Guys, it’s scary up here, I ain’t going to lie. 50 mph and 25-foot seas. Life or death up here, man. I was the same way. I didn’t do very good. I hated the stack.”

“You’re way above the lights. Guys are up for days swinging pots. Stack would be going. Sucks being on the stack, but you know, that’s kind of the position he’s in. You know, he’s kind of the third guy. It’s the third out of the four spot. He’s up on the stack. You know, it’s his first shot at getting the top stack on, and I don’t see anything wrong with what he’s doing. He’s still on board.”

“I don’t know. Playing with the weather right now. Everything’s always tied down, but you want to double check, triple check stuff right now to make sure stuff doesn’t fly around.”

“Hey, Z, make sure you look at those other cars. Make sure they’re okay. There’s one, there’s two. Where’s the third one? Where’s the third tie? Yeah, one, two, three. One, two, three.”

“Huh, three ties on every pot means three ties on every pot. Just because you got one here and one here, that’s two. All right, I mean, it’s too late now. You know how to count. Well, what’s the deal? What’s the excuse?”

“Well, I don’t have an excuse. I was stupid. I thought count.”

“No, every pot has three ties. So, if you miss getting a pot tie, boat starts rolling violently, then the whole stack shifts over. Click, click, click, click, and it shifts where the weight is. Pots that aren’t secure risk the stability of the boat. The way it is, especially for a new guy, is three ties.”

“And how a guy would decide on two when you’ve never been on the stack before is beyond me. Making progress and then turns around, this surfaces.”

“So, well, we’ll chain the hell out of it on the way in. Yeah, this is the last one. Stacking of the chains on and end it. Down the stack, down and head. Chains are going to keep the pots attached to the boat, but they’re going to keep them where they need to be and in the right place.”

“This teaches you, if you don’t do the job right, there’s consequences. You’re at the mercy of the ocean. I mean, it might cost us our life too, so that should motivate a guy not to miscount.”

“Got pot ties? It’s cause for an ass whooping, you know. Miles, I mean, we told you before, three pot ties on every pot, especially in weather like this. I mean, I don’t know what you don’t understand up there. I don’t know why you don’t listen to us, why you’re not doing it. It’s not a game up there, it’s a life. That’s why we tell you to do these things.”