I worked on the boats up in Alaska. You learn why guys favor salmon as they can see the shore and are in calmer waters, but you still can't make it to shore even if you see it.
The adventure and money was unbeatable 25+ years ago. Guys were pulling in 6 figures back then and you lived on the boat usually at least 6 months of the year so you didn't just blow the money. I knew a 22 year old who had started as a gauge watcher essentially and became the chief engineer on a crab boat and he was making 200K a year. That was a lot of money back then. Even though the responsibility was great, so was his job.
However the best thing was the beauty and the 'real' life. With Halibut or Salmon some days we'd work 24 hours straight when the catch was good. You had the otters and the abundant wildlife along your boat much of the time. Sport fishing just doesn't compare to this IMO. There's plenty of sport gaffing a 200-400 pound halibut to haul it on board.
But the Bearing Sea, that's another story. It's brutal and yet still there are many of the elements. You have the team work of a crew. You get paid in crew shares like a real man so that what you earn is based on how hard you chip in with the crew. I always meant to go back with my own boat; I never did. I guess I'm not dead yet. That's how I got my first slot though. The guy the season before didn't make it. We all wore our buck knives somehow thinking (I guess) we could cut ourselves free from lines or nets if we got tangled in the gear and pulled over, but in reality by the time a boat came around you would be dead and if you've ever tried fumbling with a buck knife with frozen fingers, you'd know how hard this would be to do when underwater being pulled down in a panic by an anchor or crab pot.