KING CRAB CAN BE FUN FOR ANYONE

Sitting down with legs crossed inside the cabin of exactly the same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for four many years, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand on a dinette desk. He’s putting on a traditional Norwegian wool sweater, a gray beanie and black-framed glasses. His deal with is as creased and ruddy as you’d be expecting from