Ok, Gun is to the head....the wife knows I'm hooked on SB. So, what does she do....pulls the big guns out and say's..."Why don't you tell them what happend in the Bahamas?"...I replied honey....let's not go there...she said, "If you don't I will...I'll get signed up on SB and tell everybody!" So here is my confession.
It started out one early morning in the Bahamas diving with non other than Stuart Cove's. (Great Place). We finished our first dive which was a wall dive, came up and prepared for the short journey to the second site of the morning. When we got there we all began to switch out tanks and suit up, when I noticed the Dive Master slapping the water with his foot. I asked hey what are you doing that for? He replied, I'm trying to get the sharks to come up. I said...What! and before I could blink there must have been at least 20-30 carribbean and black tip reef sharks swirling and swimming around the boat. I told my wife...I think we should sit this one out, we didn't sign up for the shark feeding. She said, come on what are you scared...he said they won't harm us. I said to self....self it's now or never. I suited up and began my shuffle to the rear of the boat where the wife said, I'll jump in first, I said no honey I'll go if something happens when I giant stride on a shark I'd rather it be me than you (hero mentality). Keep in mind that there are about 6 other divers with the same reservations and 6 others like my wife...CRAZY!. I did my text book giant stride, gave the DM the OK sign and my wife followed after. I grabbed my inflator hose and began to get as quickly negative as possible when all of a sudden I heard....."Hey...." I looked up to the boat and made wide eyed contact with the DM and he yells, "Do you need your fins!" I looked down and low and behold....I was so nervous I forgot my fins...my only form of velocity. My wife adding insult to injury yells back at him and say's, "Can you believe he's my personal Dive Master!" I got my fins on at a very high rate of speed, got negative and stayed down as long as I possibly could hoping they would all forget. That SB people is my confession.
Feel free to start a thread of confessions, I won't laugh.
Jay
It started out one early morning in the Bahamas diving with non other than Stuart Cove's. (Great Place). We finished our first dive which was a wall dive, came up and prepared for the short journey to the second site of the morning. When we got there we all began to switch out tanks and suit up, when I noticed the Dive Master slapping the water with his foot. I asked hey what are you doing that for? He replied, I'm trying to get the sharks to come up. I said...What! and before I could blink there must have been at least 20-30 carribbean and black tip reef sharks swirling and swimming around the boat. I told my wife...I think we should sit this one out, we didn't sign up for the shark feeding. She said, come on what are you scared...he said they won't harm us. I said to self....self it's now or never. I suited up and began my shuffle to the rear of the boat where the wife said, I'll jump in first, I said no honey I'll go if something happens when I giant stride on a shark I'd rather it be me than you (hero mentality). Keep in mind that there are about 6 other divers with the same reservations and 6 others like my wife...CRAZY!. I did my text book giant stride, gave the DM the OK sign and my wife followed after. I grabbed my inflator hose and began to get as quickly negative as possible when all of a sudden I heard....."Hey...." I looked up to the boat and made wide eyed contact with the DM and he yells, "Do you need your fins!" I looked down and low and behold....I was so nervous I forgot my fins...my only form of velocity. My wife adding insult to injury yells back at him and say's, "Can you believe he's my personal Dive Master!" I got my fins on at a very high rate of speed, got negative and stayed down as long as I possibly could hoping they would all forget. That SB people is my confession.
Feel free to start a thread of confessions, I won't laugh.
Jay
