paulthenurse
Contributor
So myself, my buddy Duncan, JohnL, Stogey, Matt and Eric (Sorry to Matt and Eric, I didn't get your scubaboard names) met at the BK yesterday for a group dive at OGB. Following our 'one u-turn minimum' for any JohnL "I know the way, follow me," tour, we ended up at OGB. Tide was out, had to wade thru knee deep MOUNDS of washed up seaweed, swarming with flies. Nasty.
First dive was very nice, Duncan and I got to 42 feet, 47 minutes, 54 degrees. We went straight out and then worked out way right and back. We surfaced just beyond the point of rocks on the far right adn swam back in. Very pretty dive. Swim across a sand stretch, into small boulder and gravel, into an area of larger boulders. As we worked right we came across an area of solid ledge that was very pretty, then back into the smaller rocks.
Dive two was a wash for me, I had one minor problem after another. Started with having a bitc# of a time getting my right flipper on. MY suit has sagged down and I had a terrific squeeze on my right leg to the point where I couldn't bend my leg up. I had to walk back in to shore to get my flipper on, the whole time the 4 other guys are patiently waiting 100 yards out. (Stogey had to leave after one dive.) So I humped like heck to get back out to them. Then we dropped down, with me still breathing hard. Now my mask is leaking. I take it off, clear it and it's still leaking. I do it again. Still leaking. I pull my hood way up and try it a third time. Better but still an annoying trickle. The heck with it, I'll just clear it every few minutes. Now I'm breathing even harder. I see JohnL's superdooper can light and hump to catch up with him and do so as he's clearing his float from a lobster warp. So now it's just the two of us, everyone else is gone. I'm breating harder still. I'm not exactly panting, but I'm certainly not breathing easily. Then I notice that I'm constantly having to vent air from my suit. I'm rolling to my right and raising my left arm above and behind about every two minutes. (My vent is right on my bicep and I need to really stretch back to get it to be in the right spot) I'm doing it so frequently that I start to get leaks at my neck seal everytime I do it. And why the heck am I having to vent so much, anyways? I'm not adding any air! I should be getting squeezed! So I settled to teh bottom and listened and sure enough, heard a very low hiss. Damn, I'm constanly pumping air into my suit. (Remind me again why I hate sandy beach shore dives...Oh ya, sand.) I signal to JohmL that I'm heading in. He gives the Go Up sign and so we head to the surface. I tell him what's going on and that I'd rather just bag the dive than keep struggling. Just then one of the other guys surfaces 100 yards away so JohnL heads over to them and I head in. I decide to disconnect my inflator hose and not deal witht he headache. I submerge and everything is finally ok. Unless you count the still leaking mask and my rapid respiratory rate and my wet undergarments. I slowly head in.
I find a helpful postman who unzips me and I've got all my gear put away by the time the others end their dive. Oh well, better to end a dive 10 minutes too early than decide that I should have ended the dive 10 minutes ago.
LOADS of small bugs.Duncan says he found a 3-4 pounder but couldn't reach him. (He also says he manages to score the pretty girl at the bar after you go home. Who knows, maybe he does. Maybe there really was a 3-4 pounder down there? They're in the ocean somewhere, just can't prove it by me.
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We had to head out quickly afterwards, Duncan had to be back to Worcester for 4. Nice day of diving, lets all do it again folks.
First dive was very nice, Duncan and I got to 42 feet, 47 minutes, 54 degrees. We went straight out and then worked out way right and back. We surfaced just beyond the point of rocks on the far right adn swam back in. Very pretty dive. Swim across a sand stretch, into small boulder and gravel, into an area of larger boulders. As we worked right we came across an area of solid ledge that was very pretty, then back into the smaller rocks.
Dive two was a wash for me, I had one minor problem after another. Started with having a bitc# of a time getting my right flipper on. MY suit has sagged down and I had a terrific squeeze on my right leg to the point where I couldn't bend my leg up. I had to walk back in to shore to get my flipper on, the whole time the 4 other guys are patiently waiting 100 yards out. (Stogey had to leave after one dive.) So I humped like heck to get back out to them. Then we dropped down, with me still breathing hard. Now my mask is leaking. I take it off, clear it and it's still leaking. I do it again. Still leaking. I pull my hood way up and try it a third time. Better but still an annoying trickle. The heck with it, I'll just clear it every few minutes. Now I'm breathing even harder. I see JohnL's superdooper can light and hump to catch up with him and do so as he's clearing his float from a lobster warp. So now it's just the two of us, everyone else is gone. I'm breating harder still. I'm not exactly panting, but I'm certainly not breathing easily. Then I notice that I'm constantly having to vent air from my suit. I'm rolling to my right and raising my left arm above and behind about every two minutes. (My vent is right on my bicep and I need to really stretch back to get it to be in the right spot) I'm doing it so frequently that I start to get leaks at my neck seal everytime I do it. And why the heck am I having to vent so much, anyways? I'm not adding any air! I should be getting squeezed! So I settled to teh bottom and listened and sure enough, heard a very low hiss. Damn, I'm constanly pumping air into my suit. (Remind me again why I hate sandy beach shore dives...Oh ya, sand.) I signal to JohmL that I'm heading in. He gives the Go Up sign and so we head to the surface. I tell him what's going on and that I'd rather just bag the dive than keep struggling. Just then one of the other guys surfaces 100 yards away so JohnL heads over to them and I head in. I decide to disconnect my inflator hose and not deal witht he headache. I submerge and everything is finally ok. Unless you count the still leaking mask and my rapid respiratory rate and my wet undergarments. I slowly head in.
I find a helpful postman who unzips me and I've got all my gear put away by the time the others end their dive. Oh well, better to end a dive 10 minutes too early than decide that I should have ended the dive 10 minutes ago.
LOADS of small bugs.Duncan says he found a 3-4 pounder but couldn't reach him. (He also says he manages to score the pretty girl at the bar after you go home. Who knows, maybe he does. Maybe there really was a 3-4 pounder down there? They're in the ocean somewhere, just can't prove it by me.
)We had to head out quickly afterwards, Duncan had to be back to Worcester for 4. Nice day of diving, lets all do it again folks.
