I'm manning the RCC midwatch at Kodiak Airstation with a quartermaster and LTJG in 1972 ( as a new E 2 I had the most important job, walking a hanger and aircraft check with a Detex clock and keeping the coffee mess in order.) About 2 A.M we get a call from a crabber being harrassed by pirate fishermen ( usually out of Taiwan, Japan or South Korea, the usual friends who ignored quotas and boundaries) making close passes alongside. The foolish new LT blew him off and said they were probably making helm errors in the dark and to check his running lights.When the JG went to the head, the Chief told the skipper (a well known local crabber)to do what needed doing- and then 'adjusted' the tape recording of their conversation to erase. The crabber had a swivel mounted commercial BAR in .338 with a homemade 10 round magazine on the flying bridge that always impressed me. He was also the town demolition expert who would blow clear the seasonal landslides on the few roads with carefully lain charges of dynamite. There was a search later for a Taiwanese fishing boat that vanished without a trace. Our crabber friend wasalso well known in his youth as a college quarterback capable of lobbing things with great precision.