KING CRAB FOR DUMMIES

Sitting with legs crossed while in the cabin of the same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for 4 decades, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand over a dinette desk. He’s carrying a traditional Norwegian wool sweater, a grey beanie and black-framed glasses. His face is as creased and ruddy as you’d anticipate from someone that’s expende