Earl, Ed and I head out for a couple of dives today....
The most interesting thing that happened was after the first dive when a small songbird of some sort flew in and landed on our dive flag to rest. He was obviously pretty worn out from a long flight across the water because he wouldn't even move when Ed got a few inches away. It sat there for about 15 minutes before it finally flew off again. I got a nice shot of it that I will post once I download it from my camera.
Dive 1: was theoretically supposed to be the Troydon off of block island, we came in on the numbers had a good hit on the sounder, dropped the hook, felt like I had something. I went down first since I was on EAN to tie us into the wreck..... and...... sand..... there was some debris, but no sign of the wreck. I ran my reel out and did a circle search for about 10 minutes, but at 127ft that was enough searching so I gave it up, came back and ran into Ed who had just come down the line to join me.... so I thumbed at him and back to the boat we went. Vis was about 20 ft at least saw a dogfish and several skates. Not sure of the hook slipped off the wreck or what but we lost it.
Dive 2: Black Point Bow. Got a nice hit on the sonar, this time we dropped the hook up current of the wreck and dragged it back over the wreck to hook in. Earl felt the hook bite, so like before I went down to tie us in.... and..... the visibility was so bad (about 1 ft) that when I hit the bottom at 100 ft the only way I knew it was because I felt the bottom. The hook had just snagged onto an old abandoned line, not the wreck. However, I was hoping the line might actually be on the wreck so pulled my way down the line while dragging the hook and boat with the other hand for several minutes, until I pulled a muscle and decided the heck with that. Ed at this point had joined me and I thumbed it again. I folded the hook up, and untangled it from the line. With the slight current as soon as I had it free it started moving. Ed had let go of the line for a second so he almost instantly lost sight of both me and the line. I quickly dragged the hooked across the bottom back toward him until I saw him again, grabbed his hand and put it on the line.
On the bright side, the vis was so bad even had we found the wreck on that dive we wouldn't have seen a thing.
Oh well, first strike out we have had all summer. Still had fun.
The most interesting thing that happened was after the first dive when a small songbird of some sort flew in and landed on our dive flag to rest. He was obviously pretty worn out from a long flight across the water because he wouldn't even move when Ed got a few inches away. It sat there for about 15 minutes before it finally flew off again. I got a nice shot of it that I will post once I download it from my camera.
Dive 1: was theoretically supposed to be the Troydon off of block island, we came in on the numbers had a good hit on the sounder, dropped the hook, felt like I had something. I went down first since I was on EAN to tie us into the wreck..... and...... sand..... there was some debris, but no sign of the wreck. I ran my reel out and did a circle search for about 10 minutes, but at 127ft that was enough searching so I gave it up, came back and ran into Ed who had just come down the line to join me.... so I thumbed at him and back to the boat we went. Vis was about 20 ft at least saw a dogfish and several skates. Not sure of the hook slipped off the wreck or what but we lost it.
Dive 2: Black Point Bow. Got a nice hit on the sonar, this time we dropped the hook up current of the wreck and dragged it back over the wreck to hook in. Earl felt the hook bite, so like before I went down to tie us in.... and..... the visibility was so bad (about 1 ft) that when I hit the bottom at 100 ft the only way I knew it was because I felt the bottom. The hook had just snagged onto an old abandoned line, not the wreck. However, I was hoping the line might actually be on the wreck so pulled my way down the line while dragging the hook and boat with the other hand for several minutes, until I pulled a muscle and decided the heck with that. Ed at this point had joined me and I thumbed it again. I folded the hook up, and untangled it from the line. With the slight current as soon as I had it free it started moving. Ed had let go of the line for a second so he almost instantly lost sight of both me and the line. I quickly dragged the hooked across the bottom back toward him until I saw him again, grabbed his hand and put it on the line.
On the bright side, the vis was so bad even had we found the wreck on that dive we wouldn't have seen a thing.
Oh well, first strike out we have had all summer. Still had fun.
