This is a fun thread. After I quit commercial fishing I worked as deckhand on the sport boats out of Morro Bay for a couple of years. This thread reminds me of some stories of that time.
~strolling the deck with a filleted sardine sandwich...with the tailfin prominently in view. Wow, mister! I'd never seen that color of green come out a person.
~some days my hands would be covered with hook snags. It would **** me off to no end when I would be working to unknot a guy's rig and he wouldn't pay attention. Keep your tip up, keep the line taught. No, don't yank it....owwwww! Repeat over and over and over throughout the day. If a guy started being a jerk, I'd just cut the whole snag off and tie up a new rig for him. Let him sort out his tackle later.
~Usually a guy on once side of the boat would snag everyone on the other side of the boat. Everyone thought they had the biggest fish of their life! That would just tighten the cluster. BTW: now you know where cluster**** comes from.
*looks to the port rail--everyone is hooked up...look to the stbd rail, everyone is hooked up. OK, EVERYONE STOP REELING!* A pair of dikes was was my best friend.
~Many times it was the young girl on her first trip who caught the whopper. That was cool. One time a 6 yr old girl slept the entire trip except for 20 minutes. That's when her father coaxed her to try fishing. She did and she caught a huge Cow Cod, the biggest fish that day. You shoulda' seen the faces of those guys with $3,000 worth of rods and tackle.
~I also ran the galley. It was great to cook up a fish sandwich using just caught fish. They enjoyed that.