At the end of the day, it is time to fish, at least that was the general thought pattern in the Navy.
It seems that when ever the ship drops her anchor forward, there are always a few fishing lines dropped aft. Frequently such droppings produce a salmon, some cod or once I saw someone catch a shark (a small one) but the one that I remember the most was just off of Kitamat.
John Looks Out On Life 