Despite BROKEN HAND Hannes Huswick Helps Jake Achieve $300,000 Quota! | Deadliest Catch
Despite BROKEN HAND Hannes Huswick Helps Jake Achieve $300,000 Quota! | Deadliest Catch
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On the Saga:
“Let me see it, what happened?”
“Bay freezer door slammed on my hand, frustrated at myself more than anything,” says deck boss Hanis Huswick, who crushed his hand in the freezer door.
“There’s nothing we can do about that here. It’s a boxer’s fracture is what it is. Now I don’t have you. What am I going to do on big numbers? You have to help me top this off.”
Captain Jake needs all hands on deck, even the broken ones.
“I’m not going. Let’s get through the trip, get through this gear. We’ll figure it out.”
“Fine, yeah, we can do it, dude. Make it happen. Hanis broke his hand. He’s a crabber. Sucks. I don’t like it, I absolutely hate it, but I’m running out of time.”
Out of the water:
“Oh yeah, you like it, this is great. On the numbers, man. 280, holy, we’re in him! This is a setback, this is a setback and we’re still getting them. That’s a lot of crab, dude. Every pot thrown in the water is hit, and it wasn’t by luck. The decisions I was making were right.”
“This stuff right here on this table is very hard to find this season. It’s funny, you start seeing this many crab on the table and all of a sudden my hand doesn’t hurt for a second. What is that, can’t give you any hand signal, 6 Z 602 up right, 62 high season, yeah man. I spent a lot of time not succeeding, sure feels good for once to win.”
Despite endless crew and mechanical issues, Jake catches his 300,000 lb quota.
“These guys got done what they needed to get done. I was so proud of them, I can’t tell you. And those deckhands that stuck it out head home with $32,000 in their pockets. Bing bang, season over.”
65 miles northwest:
“We have these crazy seas right now on the Summer Bay. We went down there, we made it so we could run the generator. We made the best of a bad situation, so I think the boys are ready to haul some gear, so am I. Back to full power, still going to be a cold.”
Captain Wild Bill faces the violent Bering Sea head on.
“It’s like a washing machine, and oddly enough we have the sun bearing down on us. This string was set back next to the best string we’d had in two days up here, so trying to power this out.”
“Alright guys, let’s go see what we got here. Come on, give me some bugs, just to get some life in this tank.”
“This one sucks. That’s going to be a 35 or 40. I’m hoping it gets better.”
Despite a dismal start, Nick is highly motivated. He wants to get through this, so consequently, the entire crew is highly motivated. They’re all whooped.
Deckhand Nick McGlashan is keeping the crew’s blood pumping out on deck.
“We need to figure out what to do in between pots to keep ourselves warm because it’s -35° out here with the wind. I just feel bad they’re out there hauling on numbers at the end here. It can’t end like this.”
“Oh yeah, there’s a 160. That’s 160, 160.”
“Yeah, we can work with 185, 185. This stuff here, we’re going home. We can finish our season with these numbers.”
Hauling big pots, Wild Bill and crew spend the next 9 hours filling the tanks.
“Here, 2017 was the day. I think we’ve caught our quota. The guys have been brooming, stuffing, pumping down, stacking, there just isn’t any more room in there. What we had to catch, we caught it.”
