shmeeg
23-03-08, 00:11
Have reached the bottom of the bottle, unpleasant as it was and feel it is time for another confession of stupidity for the incident pit.
Must have been about 20ish and we were planning a dive on a reef well known for very strong currents. I was diving with my father and as he was into spearfishing, and I was collecting specimens for my aquarium, we knew we would be solo diving (something we did fairly often). We had the tides planned to high water slack, which meant the current would be manageable (ie not pulling mask off face or free flowing reg), and had fairly competent boat boys. We decended together down the sheltered side of the reef and had a bit of a look around. We must have separated when I started filling my catchbag with anemones and nudibranchs. I continued the dive, found my way back to the shot line and ascended with a reasonable amount of air. To my horror, at the top of the shot there was just an orange buoy and a very strong current, no boat to be seen. After looking about for a while I could see the boat several hundred meters away, following my father who was surfacing and submerging repeatedly after spearing a HUGH fish (weighed in at over 50kg) and was taking him for a ride. I hung onto the buoy for dear life, not know whether they had seen me, or if I could hang on for much longer. The current keep pulling me under and I was very concious that my air was getting low.
TBC while I find some hidden away scotch.
Must have been about 20ish and we were planning a dive on a reef well known for very strong currents. I was diving with my father and as he was into spearfishing, and I was collecting specimens for my aquarium, we knew we would be solo diving (something we did fairly often). We had the tides planned to high water slack, which meant the current would be manageable (ie not pulling mask off face or free flowing reg), and had fairly competent boat boys. We decended together down the sheltered side of the reef and had a bit of a look around. We must have separated when I started filling my catchbag with anemones and nudibranchs. I continued the dive, found my way back to the shot line and ascended with a reasonable amount of air. To my horror, at the top of the shot there was just an orange buoy and a very strong current, no boat to be seen. After looking about for a while I could see the boat several hundred meters away, following my father who was surfacing and submerging repeatedly after spearing a HUGH fish (weighed in at over 50kg) and was taking him for a ride. I hung onto the buoy for dear life, not know whether they had seen me, or if I could hang on for much longer. The current keep pulling me under and I was very concious that my air was getting low.
TBC while I find some hidden away scotch.