Posted by on Feb 7, 2012 in Commercial Fishing, Stories | 11 comments

The fear came on as I stood there, a knife in my hand, a tank on my back. The boat drifted with the engine off. We had rope in the wheel. Someone needed to get in the water, cut it out. Breathe like you normally would. In fear situations you never want your imagination in charge of your intellect. You’ll freeze. I froze. Standing on deck in my boxer...

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