Nate worked for a while on a cod boat, bringing up pots (cage-looking contraptions like those on The Deadliest Catch) full of such delectable items as cod, crab, large octopi, and wolf eels. Blasting gray gulls from the sky with shotguns (not Nate), this was a boat full of 4 Captains, and no one else...the only boat that could boast this--according to the fishermen in the Salty Dog tavern. Bailey and I walked aboard--whew--fishy hold, slick floor, low sides, finger-crushing equipment. Glad the job's over, although Nate was indoctrinated with all sorts of eye-opening stories: "Back in the old days on Kodiak, we caught so many fish we bought a camp whore...."
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