“The hunters raced toward the bawling whitecoats and their nimble parent, who were ducking down bobbing holes. Swiftly they dispatched whitecoat after whitecoat with a quick hard blown on the snout. Almost as swiftly they rolled each plump body over and shucked off the pelt with its lining of fat. These sculps were then fastened to ropes and pulled into one big pile. “Scoting the tow” John Noseworthy called it.”
Book:Sailor's Choice