- Messages
- 97,509
- Reaction score
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- Location
- On the Fun Side of Trump's Wall
- # of dives
- 2500 - 4999
Tonight Jimmie (Kalvyn) and I decided to do a dive at Les Davis. We splashed at about 7 PM ... surface swam out a coupla hundred feet, and dropped into the worst siltout I've seen in quite some time. At first I thought "great ... two damn divers in the water ahead of us and look at the mess they created". Nope ... wasn't them.
Vis was so bad you could just about see your outstretched fingers ... we hadn't been down more than a few seconds when suddenly this mottled grey wall of blubber flashes so close in front of my face I can feel the wake created by its passing. Wow ... that was close. Quicker than I could think, it flashed us again ... trailing silty whirpools in its wake.
What could we do except get our bearings and head down deeper ... hoping to lose our new-found dive buddy in the structure. No such luck ... it stayed with us for the duration, often putting on tremendous displays of speed while chasing just about every fish that was unfortunate enough to get caught in our light beams.
For all of that, we did manage to see quite a few cool things tonight ... Les Davis is always hit-or-miss when it comes to wildlife, but tonight we found three GPO's, a tiny red octo out in the open, and quite a variety of nudibranchs ... including my ol' frilly friend dendronotis rufus. And, of course, ample happy meals for our new-found friend.
Meanwhile, our robust companion got too darn friendly, if you ask me. This fellow was quite used to divers, apparently, often coming up underneath us at a startling rate of speed ... which wasn't easy considering that we were staying quite close to the bottom. Sometimes he would brush up against us as he buzzed past. Once he passed so close to my face that he brushed the bolt-snap attached to my second stage hose ... causing the bolt-snap to flip up and smack into the side of my mask! A couple times I actually reached out and fended him off. Now, if you've never had the experience, imagine pushing on a very energetic 300-lb sack of jello ... that's about what it feels like.
He finally left us at our safety stop ... when he realized we were just hovering there and not shining our lights on any more tasty snacks.
Interesting dive ... 65 minutes ... almost all of it as a two-person, one-seal buddy team ...
... Bob (Grateful Diver)
Vis was so bad you could just about see your outstretched fingers ... we hadn't been down more than a few seconds when suddenly this mottled grey wall of blubber flashes so close in front of my face I can feel the wake created by its passing. Wow ... that was close. Quicker than I could think, it flashed us again ... trailing silty whirpools in its wake.
What could we do except get our bearings and head down deeper ... hoping to lose our new-found dive buddy in the structure. No such luck ... it stayed with us for the duration, often putting on tremendous displays of speed while chasing just about every fish that was unfortunate enough to get caught in our light beams.
For all of that, we did manage to see quite a few cool things tonight ... Les Davis is always hit-or-miss when it comes to wildlife, but tonight we found three GPO's, a tiny red octo out in the open, and quite a variety of nudibranchs ... including my ol' frilly friend dendronotis rufus. And, of course, ample happy meals for our new-found friend.
Meanwhile, our robust companion got too darn friendly, if you ask me. This fellow was quite used to divers, apparently, often coming up underneath us at a startling rate of speed ... which wasn't easy considering that we were staying quite close to the bottom. Sometimes he would brush up against us as he buzzed past. Once he passed so close to my face that he brushed the bolt-snap attached to my second stage hose ... causing the bolt-snap to flip up and smack into the side of my mask! A couple times I actually reached out and fended him off. Now, if you've never had the experience, imagine pushing on a very energetic 300-lb sack of jello ... that's about what it feels like.
He finally left us at our safety stop ... when he realized we were just hovering there and not shining our lights on any more tasty snacks.
Interesting dive ... 65 minutes ... almost all of it as a two-person, one-seal buddy team ...
... Bob (Grateful Diver)