The similarities didn't end there. Last year, same as years before, both spent late September and early October immersed in boat and crew work as they sailed into the red king crab season on the Bering Sea. It was dangerous, exhausting and familiar.
Today, for the first time as adults, neither fisherman is headed to Alaska's frigid, bountiful West Coast. The reason is the same. Their situations are not. A massive legislative overhaul of the industry, once considered the world's most deadly, neatly split their parallel paths:
Widing became a have, a man who owns and profits from crab he'll likely never see, never catch this year.
