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We departed Sherman Cove in a 22 foot boat in 2-4 seas. (Ron's of "Ron and Phyllis." You would have met them at Denise's bday bbq bash.) The waves were HORRIBLE and every five minutes left us "resoaked" from head to foot.
Cmu captained the boat, located the wreck by GPS, gave the drop ancher command, and commenced her first spearfishing dive of her career. At the anchor, I tied off my speargun, secured the running end of my cave diving safety reel line, and led the search pattern for the wreck. Amazingly, cmu had put us within 75 feet of the wreck and we quickly located it and tied off. I gave cmu the "wait here" command hand signal and followed my safety reel line back to the anchor to retrieve my speargun.
The FOLLOWING basically "captures the tone/theme/spirit" of cmu's first sprearfishing dive. When I returned to the safety reel, speargun in hand, cmu proudly displayed her FIRST KILL, a nice flounder. (she would later report that she went to shoot it and it got up and swam away and she CHASED IT DOWN....took the shot, "stoned it dead" and swam back to the safety reel as though she had never left the spot I told her to "wait" at.
The photograph tells the rest of the story. As fast as I could get her flounders of the lil Hawian flapper tip and onto the stringer and get her gun locked and loaded for her again...she was off to bang another. We made two dives on the Three Barges site. The first one I burned up a set of AL80 DOUBLES and came back with 500 lbs. Cmu jumped only a SINGLE AL80 that was already down to 2500 psi before the start of the dive and came back with 500 psi. Our second dive was cut short by a severely leaking inflator hoze on my gear. I never saw the leak though. Cmu could not communicate the problem to me such that I understood so gave me the "Dive is over let's get the hell UP!" hand signal. I thought SHE had a problem! So I followed her closely to make sure I was "there for her." LoL I finally noticed the leak on our safety stop. By that point...air was literally POURING out of the failed connector. wow! lol
The picture tells final thousand words of our dive report....but let us summarize it THIS way: Three or four respectable flounders made for a WONDERFUL DINNER with cmu, myself, Ron and his wife Phyllis. THe OTHER 11 flounders were insignificant... (the size bugman shoots on the Whiskey Wreck.)
Cmu captained the boat, located the wreck by GPS, gave the drop ancher command, and commenced her first spearfishing dive of her career. At the anchor, I tied off my speargun, secured the running end of my cave diving safety reel line, and led the search pattern for the wreck. Amazingly, cmu had put us within 75 feet of the wreck and we quickly located it and tied off. I gave cmu the "wait here" command hand signal and followed my safety reel line back to the anchor to retrieve my speargun.
The FOLLOWING basically "captures the tone/theme/spirit" of cmu's first sprearfishing dive. When I returned to the safety reel, speargun in hand, cmu proudly displayed her FIRST KILL, a nice flounder. (she would later report that she went to shoot it and it got up and swam away and she CHASED IT DOWN....took the shot, "stoned it dead" and swam back to the safety reel as though she had never left the spot I told her to "wait" at.
The photograph tells the rest of the story. As fast as I could get her flounders of the lil Hawian flapper tip and onto the stringer and get her gun locked and loaded for her again...she was off to bang another. We made two dives on the Three Barges site. The first one I burned up a set of AL80 DOUBLES and came back with 500 lbs. Cmu jumped only a SINGLE AL80 that was already down to 2500 psi before the start of the dive and came back with 500 psi. Our second dive was cut short by a severely leaking inflator hoze on my gear. I never saw the leak though. Cmu could not communicate the problem to me such that I understood so gave me the "Dive is over let's get the hell UP!" hand signal. I thought SHE had a problem! So I followed her closely to make sure I was "there for her." LoL I finally noticed the leak on our safety stop. By that point...air was literally POURING out of the failed connector. wow! lol
The picture tells final thousand words of our dive report....but let us summarize it THIS way: Three or four respectable flounders made for a WONDERFUL DINNER with cmu, myself, Ron and his wife Phyllis. THe OTHER 11 flounders were insignificant... (the size bugman shoots on the Whiskey Wreck.)