Horrorshow or "Scary Movie", either way it was pretty dumb. Forgive my ignorance of the term, but what is a "droog"?
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Horrorshow or "Scary Movie", either way it was pretty dumb. Forgive my ignorance of the term, but what is a "droog"?
JDMerk
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That was a Clockwork Orange reference...a Stanley Kubrick classic
Droog...here is a band of droogs in their requisite milk bar:
You'll have to watch the movie for a more...complete understanding.
Droog...here is a band of droogs in their requisite milk bar:
You'll have to watch the movie for a more...complete understanding.
adurso
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Horrorshow from the Russian khorosho, meaning "good"; in other words you did well recovering from the regulator problem and surfacing safely.
Droog means "friend" in Russian; hence you need a new buddy due to the poor performance of the one you mention in your post.
The book was written in 1963 and made into a movie about '72. Anthony Burgess is the author and it is one of the early dystopian novels, well worth a read.
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I was on the Truk Aggressor around Christmas of '95, I think, traveling by myself, as usual. I got buddied with a guy I quickly dubbed "dust cloud" to myself, because he was singlehandedly spoiling the already shaky visibility, making photography all but impossible. With a wink and a nod from the captain I quietly slid into the water without him for a 35 meter dive on the Sankisan Maru, if I recall correctly. One of my ears had been a little reluctant to equalize, so I squirted some Afrin up my nose before the dive. It took some persuasion to clear it down to the bottom, but I managed. I ran through a roll of E-6 and began my ascent.
Uh oh. Within a few feet it became apparent that the ear that was reluctant to clear going down was adamantly opposed to it going up. I ran through my repertoire of equalizing techniques; jaw movement, reverse valsalva, etc., but it was not happening, and the pain was intense. I mulled over my predicament. I was solo, 35 meters deep, and my air supply was dwindling. A dwindling air supply is the difference between solitude, which I enjoy, and loneliness, which nobody likes. Staying put was clearly not an option, but ascent seemed only slightly more appealing. I thought I might blow an ear-drum on the way up and have to cope with the resultant vertigo. So I found the mooring line, clenched my teeth, and screamed into my regulator as I commenced a slow but steady hand-over-hand ascent. My ear eventually equalized and I was fine, but I had a very uncomfortable few minutes.
Uh oh. Within a few feet it became apparent that the ear that was reluctant to clear going down was adamantly opposed to it going up. I ran through my repertoire of equalizing techniques; jaw movement, reverse valsalva, etc., but it was not happening, and the pain was intense. I mulled over my predicament. I was solo, 35 meters deep, and my air supply was dwindling. A dwindling air supply is the difference between solitude, which I enjoy, and loneliness, which nobody likes. Staying put was clearly not an option, but ascent seemed only slightly more appealing. I thought I might blow an ear-drum on the way up and have to cope with the resultant vertigo. So I found the mooring line, clenched my teeth, and screamed into my regulator as I commenced a slow but steady hand-over-hand ascent. My ear eventually equalized and I was fine, but I had a very uncomfortable few minutes.
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My first training Ice Dive.
Getting in the hole I found that I couldn't get myself to exhale properly, I was breathing high in my chest and not getting all the air out, so the hole crew tossed some more weight in my pockets. As I went down through the hole I was honestly more than a little freaked out by both the light change and just passing through all the ice.
Once under we started swimming out to the end of the rope. The lead was the instructor, another student was on the first drop line, I was on the second on a drop line. I immediately began having buoyancy problems, but being already a tad disoriented, I didn't realize I was basically going straight down until I hit the bottom at around 35'. The hole was giving out rope thinking of course that we were swimming out.
I hit the bottom, and caused an immediate silt out. I realized I was having problems with buoyancy, swam up a few feet, and finally and started adding air to my BC. I tried to look at my gauge and see where I was, but I couldn't see it in the silt.
I didn't realize I had put too much air now in the BC, until I cleared the silt and slammed my back into the ice. I rolled over to see what I hit, and trying to let some air out of my BC, accidently caught my dump valve and went down into the silt till I landed in the ground again. By this point I was tangled up in the rope pretty badly as well.
This seemed like forever, but it was only really a few seconds. My instructor had put the second student in the hole and was coming back down for me, and at this point I was just in something of a panic. When he got to me I was still in the silt, trying to figure out which way was up. He grabbed my harness and tried to swim us up at a slow pace. By this time the silt had made it's way up to where we couldn't see the hole. I'm trying to untangle the rope I'm pulling on it to unhook it from around my body.
Of course, three pulls on the rope means "Get me the hell out of here," so away I went. Since the surface crew had already had a diver brought up informing them of a problem, they wasted no time getting me out. So I shot from about mid-way in the silt up to the ice (ouch) and then out the hole.
They got me out, got me out of my gear, and put me on O2 as a precaution as soon as they heard I'd bounced twice.
So I'm sitting there feeling like crap, and I'm catching a few mumblings about how the vis was ruined, so I'm feeling guilty about that as well.
Lessons learned:
(1) if you can't descend and you know you're weighted properly, the solution is not more weight.
(1a) I'm in charge of my weight, no one else.
(2) if you're uncomfortable with a dive, stop and work that out first. I'd have done much better if I'd have just gone down the 3' of ice and back up a time or two before doing the dive.
(3) when things go wrong, don't do the first thing that comes into your mind (air in the bc in my case) as the solution. Even when it's the right thing to do, if you aren't calm you'll probably do it wrong.
On the positive side, after going home, getting a good night's sleep, and having a bit of a talk with my instructor over the prior day's events, I completed 3 good dives on the weekend and found ice diving to be one of my favorite pastimes!
Getting in the hole I found that I couldn't get myself to exhale properly, I was breathing high in my chest and not getting all the air out, so the hole crew tossed some more weight in my pockets. As I went down through the hole I was honestly more than a little freaked out by both the light change and just passing through all the ice.
Once under we started swimming out to the end of the rope. The lead was the instructor, another student was on the first drop line, I was on the second on a drop line. I immediately began having buoyancy problems, but being already a tad disoriented, I didn't realize I was basically going straight down until I hit the bottom at around 35'. The hole was giving out rope thinking of course that we were swimming out.
I hit the bottom, and caused an immediate silt out. I realized I was having problems with buoyancy, swam up a few feet, and finally and started adding air to my BC. I tried to look at my gauge and see where I was, but I couldn't see it in the silt.
I didn't realize I had put too much air now in the BC, until I cleared the silt and slammed my back into the ice. I rolled over to see what I hit, and trying to let some air out of my BC, accidently caught my dump valve and went down into the silt till I landed in the ground again. By this point I was tangled up in the rope pretty badly as well.
This seemed like forever, but it was only really a few seconds. My instructor had put the second student in the hole and was coming back down for me, and at this point I was just in something of a panic. When he got to me I was still in the silt, trying to figure out which way was up. He grabbed my harness and tried to swim us up at a slow pace. By this time the silt had made it's way up to where we couldn't see the hole. I'm trying to untangle the rope I'm pulling on it to unhook it from around my body.
Of course, three pulls on the rope means "Get me the hell out of here," so away I went. Since the surface crew had already had a diver brought up informing them of a problem, they wasted no time getting me out. So I shot from about mid-way in the silt up to the ice (ouch) and then out the hole.
They got me out, got me out of my gear, and put me on O2 as a precaution as soon as they heard I'd bounced twice.
So I'm sitting there feeling like crap, and I'm catching a few mumblings about how the vis was ruined, so I'm feeling guilty about that as well.
Lessons learned:
(1) if you can't descend and you know you're weighted properly, the solution is not more weight.
(1a) I'm in charge of my weight, no one else.
(2) if you're uncomfortable with a dive, stop and work that out first. I'd have done much better if I'd have just gone down the 3' of ice and back up a time or two before doing the dive.
(3) when things go wrong, don't do the first thing that comes into your mind (air in the bc in my case) as the solution. Even when it's the right thing to do, if you aren't calm you'll probably do it wrong.
On the positive side, after going home, getting a good night's sleep, and having a bit of a talk with my instructor over the prior day's events, I completed 3 good dives on the weekend and found ice diving to be one of my favorite pastimes!
Jupiter31
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I've made mention of this in other posts but it had to be the time a diver died, the DM had to bring the body up from depth after a long search.
The trip in with a dead diver on the deck bothers me to this day, and changes your perspective on what can happen.
Turns out he suffered a diabetic coma/stroke underwater and drowned.
The trip in with a dead diver on the deck bothers me to this day, and changes your perspective on what can happen.
Turns out he suffered a diabetic coma/stroke underwater and drowned.
Jupter31; Needless to say, if it happends close to you (lik in your case) or if you read about it in the newspaper, it sure does touches you hard and make you think a little bit more on all those things that can go wrong...God forbid that it happends though..
My worst dive was in Egypt, at Jackson Reef in the straits of tiran.
We swam against the current on this wall-like dive and we were diving in a 3 buddie pair with we the farest away from the wall. I looked for a second into the blue and then back on the reef and ****, i was 5 meters away from my buddies and was pulled down by the current (and in my mind i had the knowledge of that platoe at 30 meters and then a wall straight down to 400m...) I had to get myself bouyant enough to get up to my buddies...I went up 2-3 meters (from 22 to 19) a little bit too fast but I got back to my team and phew...Damn that was a close one.
I didnt watch any of the marine life for the rest of that dive, all I did was an extra long safety-stop and ascended very very slowly.
Best regards, Pitchblack.
My worst dive was in Egypt, at Jackson Reef in the straits of tiran.
We swam against the current on this wall-like dive and we were diving in a 3 buddie pair with we the farest away from the wall. I looked for a second into the blue and then back on the reef and ****, i was 5 meters away from my buddies and was pulled down by the current (and in my mind i had the knowledge of that platoe at 30 meters and then a wall straight down to 400m...) I had to get myself bouyant enough to get up to my buddies...I went up 2-3 meters (from 22 to 19) a little bit too fast but I got back to my team and phew...Damn that was a close one.
I didnt watch any of the marine life for the rest of that dive, all I did was an extra long safety-stop and ascended very very slowly.
Best regards, Pitchblack.
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