So, as a "dyed in the wool" OC diver, I finally succumbed to curiosity and did my first ever CCR try dive yesterday on the VMS Redbare. First observation; what an amazing piece of kit! Second observation; what the hell happened to my buoyancy!
Following a detailed explanation on the magic box we kitted up and entered the confined water section in Vobster Quay for a weight check and to sling a bailout. After that was trim (not too shoddy) and basic buoyancy control (hmmm). We then did some other basic drills including loop management and bailout. Fast forward to our gentle OW dive and wow you suddenly realise how noisy OC divers are!
Although reasonably happy with my trim. I'll admit that buoyancy was driving me nuts. Even though I was venting through my nose, I just couldn't convince my old fart of a brain that normal breath control wasn't going to help. As a result I heavily over breathed, constantly trying to correct, proof of which was the post dive telemetry which grassed me up in great detail. Anyway my instructor (who was brilliant) seemed reasonably happy with my performance, even if I wasn't, although maybe he was just being kind.
The upshot: I enjoyed the occasional sweet spots enough that I'm determined to delve further into the mysterious world of silent diving. Looks like a life of poverty awaits.
Following a detailed explanation on the magic box we kitted up and entered the confined water section in Vobster Quay for a weight check and to sling a bailout. After that was trim (not too shoddy) and basic buoyancy control (hmmm). We then did some other basic drills including loop management and bailout. Fast forward to our gentle OW dive and wow you suddenly realise how noisy OC divers are!
Although reasonably happy with my trim. I'll admit that buoyancy was driving me nuts. Even though I was venting through my nose, I just couldn't convince my old fart of a brain that normal breath control wasn't going to help. As a result I heavily over breathed, constantly trying to correct, proof of which was the post dive telemetry which grassed me up in great detail. Anyway my instructor (who was brilliant) seemed reasonably happy with my performance, even if I wasn't, although maybe he was just being kind.
The upshot: I enjoyed the occasional sweet spots enough that I'm determined to delve further into the mysterious world of silent diving. Looks like a life of poverty awaits.