As they went through the ice, they saw more and more seals. This one was partly newly born. They were the only ship. In the evening, they saw three ships at the edge, they lay with their lanterns out, wondering if they were still alone on the first day of fishing. That was them, they were just starting to catch. The ice was great to catch on, flat as a kitchen floor, it has been said, it was relatively mild, but a bit foggy. Shooters and the trappers are on the ice with hakapiks and towing ropes. The pups were killed and dragged in large clumps, there could be clumps of over 100. Afterwards, the ship arrived, and a man jumped out of the ship to the clump with the dinghy. The pups were then placed in a rope net – “Piselestnett” which was then hooked onto the dinghy – the wire, and pulled aboard the ship.
The fishing proceeded at a breakneck pace from the early morning until late evening. If you were lucky enough to get close to the ship during the day, you could go on board and grab some food, and then it was time to get back on the ice. When darkness came, and it was no longer possible to catch more, the fishermen would return to the ship in droves. Sometimes it could be difficult to see, but they knew that Bjarte had them in his sights. He worked on dinghying the boats on board while he was on his way to fetch the fishermen.
"Then it was time to get to the mess hall to have a late dinner and a Red Mix. Then it was time to get on deck and start skinning the day's catch," Birger Brandal recalled.