Ode to Deadliest Catch: Is it Friday Yet?

Bering Sea Poem

I fish a place like no other on earth you will ever find.

A place where the hardwork, danger and nature should reflect a man's worth.

I fish a place where the hours were long and sleep is the rarest of all.

A place where even the strong stumble and fall.

I fish countless hours, pulling countless pots.

A place where the memories of her back home bring on countless thoughts.

I fish a place where the weather can turn in the blink of an eye.

A place those will get hurt and some will die.

I love this place and the pride given me.

You see very few people on the face of this earth can say they have fished the Bering Sea.
-Larry Ryser, Deckhand aboard the Incentive

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Jan 19, 2011

Is it Friday Yet?

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