Aaron and I were buddies for both dives, and for the first, a large (1 meter) striped bass followed us until we turned around and headed for shore. That coincided with me spearing a 13 inch flounder, so I'm not too suprised he decided to stop hanging out! We were lobster hunting using my new shorty Hawiian sling for a tickle stick (which worked great), and it was Aaron's first time. After watching me, he made a few successful grabs, but we didn't get any that were legal. We only saw one that was big, and not until we were beginning to ascend. We did have one, as Aaron said, nearly insist on coming home with me, but "you have to be this tall to ride". Sorry kid... maybe next year.
I felt a bit overweighted, so I dropped 3 pounds before the next dive, and had no trouble getting down. I've already gone from 42 lbs on my belt this summer to 38 on belt and 4 on tank straps, so dropping to 35 and 4 was a nice change. I think I may even be able to get away with another 3, which would take me to a much more managable 32 and 4.
On the second dive, we saw a large sea raven, a grubby sculpin, several more stripers, and finally a lobster that seemed to be legal. I somehow managed to mis-measure it though, so when officer LaPlante checked it back at the car, we got the full lecture on how to measure lobsters correctly, and what the penalties were for keeping undersized ones. Jeff had lost or forgotten his gauge, so he had carried a few of questionable size to my car for measuring when the EPO (environmental police officer) showed up. He was very nice to us, considering we had three undersized lobsters at the car.