So, today, Peter and I did a shore dive on Maui. Warm water, pretty great viz (30 - 40 feet). I had warned him that he was fair game for an air-share drill at any point in the dive.
So, at about 30 fsw, and about 15 to 20 feet apart (do not ask me if I think that's okay or not -- it will become clear), I decided to do the drill. I stopped at full exhale, simulating a total reg failure with empty lungs. I discovered (as I had learned the prior time I started this exercise and abandoned it) that you are stressed not only by trying to get to your buddy, but by having to swim UPWARD, because of course, you become negative when you stop at full exhalation. I got to Peter, who was framing a photograph and therefore not looking at me at all, tugged at his arm, and got him to look at me, at which time I signalled that I was out of air. He deployed his reg promptly . . . but I will tell you that, by the time I got it, purged it, and got that first breath, I was stressed. That was despite the fact that this was artificial, and at any time I could have picked up my secondary and used it.
It was a real object lesson in buddy separation, and situational awareness. I was amazed at how stressful it was, despite the fact that I orchestrated it and had an easy out at any point.
I think we should all try something like this, particularly people who think increased buddy separation in tropical waters is acceptable.
So, at about 30 fsw, and about 15 to 20 feet apart (do not ask me if I think that's okay or not -- it will become clear), I decided to do the drill. I stopped at full exhale, simulating a total reg failure with empty lungs. I discovered (as I had learned the prior time I started this exercise and abandoned it) that you are stressed not only by trying to get to your buddy, but by having to swim UPWARD, because of course, you become negative when you stop at full exhalation. I got to Peter, who was framing a photograph and therefore not looking at me at all, tugged at his arm, and got him to look at me, at which time I signalled that I was out of air. He deployed his reg promptly . . . but I will tell you that, by the time I got it, purged it, and got that first breath, I was stressed. That was despite the fact that this was artificial, and at any time I could have picked up my secondary and used it.
It was a real object lesson in buddy separation, and situational awareness. I was amazed at how stressful it was, despite the fact that I orchestrated it and had an easy out at any point.
I think we should all try something like this, particularly people who think increased buddy separation in tropical waters is acceptable.