Charlie99
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After dives with around 100 insta-buddies, only a couple stand out as being particularly bad.
For the first couple of years, I had quite a few cases where things didn't go as smoothly as I would like. Rather than blaming the insta-buddies, I tried to look at things in a calm, detached manner and figure out what I could have done to make things more likely to work out in the way I'd like. Gradually I developed a lot better skill at 1) identifying which persons I wanted to dive with, 2) making my expectations clear, and 3) nipping trouble in the bud.
Nowdays I have no qualms at all about showing up on a boat by myself and finding a suitable buddy. As silly as it may sound, my basic underlying rule about insta-buddy dives is "NO SURPRISES!" Sometimes I explicitly use the phrase, but more often just convey the message by the way I discuss various things before the dive.
OK -- the two "bad buddies":
#1 -- Doing a dive on Adophus Busch, a 110' wreck. Agreed upon pressure for starting ascent at mooring line is 1100psi. I'm on AL80, he's using a AL100. We are down in the cargo hold and I'm at 1500psi when I inquire as to his pressure --- 700psi!
As I asked him after we did an air-sharing ascent when he planned on telling me. In reality, I could see from his expression when he looked at his SPG that he was simply unware of how much gas he had left.
#2 bad buddy. I'm tagging along with a husband and wife buddy pair. Shallow tongue and groove reef. Plan is we will do 2 or 3 tongues to the north, then swim back past the boat and swim around 1 or two to the South. He hits the water first and without looking back, takes off high speed to the South. Several times in the dive I literally chase him down and grab his fin tip to stop him. His wife hits our turn pressure and stops. He just keeps going until nearly out of sight. I chase him down again and just about have grab him by the collar to turn him around.
As we are getting ready for the 2nd dive, the wife informs me that it will just be the two of us on the next dive. "Oh, is he sitting out the dive?" I inquire. "Nope." She answered. "I told him to go find another buddy!"
For the first couple of years, I had quite a few cases where things didn't go as smoothly as I would like. Rather than blaming the insta-buddies, I tried to look at things in a calm, detached manner and figure out what I could have done to make things more likely to work out in the way I'd like. Gradually I developed a lot better skill at 1) identifying which persons I wanted to dive with, 2) making my expectations clear, and 3) nipping trouble in the bud.
Nowdays I have no qualms at all about showing up on a boat by myself and finding a suitable buddy. As silly as it may sound, my basic underlying rule about insta-buddy dives is "NO SURPRISES!" Sometimes I explicitly use the phrase, but more often just convey the message by the way I discuss various things before the dive.
OK -- the two "bad buddies":
#1 -- Doing a dive on Adophus Busch, a 110' wreck. Agreed upon pressure for starting ascent at mooring line is 1100psi. I'm on AL80, he's using a AL100. We are down in the cargo hold and I'm at 1500psi when I inquire as to his pressure --- 700psi!
As I asked him after we did an air-sharing ascent when he planned on telling me. In reality, I could see from his expression when he looked at his SPG that he was simply unware of how much gas he had left.
#2 bad buddy. I'm tagging along with a husband and wife buddy pair. Shallow tongue and groove reef. Plan is we will do 2 or 3 tongues to the north, then swim back past the boat and swim around 1 or two to the South. He hits the water first and without looking back, takes off high speed to the South. Several times in the dive I literally chase him down and grab his fin tip to stop him. His wife hits our turn pressure and stops. He just keeps going until nearly out of sight. I chase him down again and just about have grab him by the collar to turn him around.
As we are getting ready for the 2nd dive, the wife informs me that it will just be the two of us on the next dive. "Oh, is he sitting out the dive?" I inquire. "Nope." She answered. "I told him to go find another buddy!"