Wow Kenny?! Did you write that up here? Let me insert your picture...
I talked to a home area couple who got swept away from a boat dive off of Boaire but were luckily found by the boat ok. I asked if they had sausages.
"Those were in our bags on the boat." :silly:
Yeah yeah heard that before. I'm not trying to convict anyone, and I think it's too late to
"help" here anyway. It's what the forum is for. To speculate & discuss so as to avoid similar accidents. It's fine if we cover a what-if that may save a reading diver here even.
Hope you tell your students of the learning opportunities here on A&I forum, even if you don't approve of all the posts.
Wow this threads turning sour. Come on guys let’s remember what the purpose of the forum is for. If only one person can carry something home from reading something here and a life is saved, then it’s all worth it.
Don, to answer your question regarding if I made a write up or not; no at the time I did not even realize these forums existed. I'm not sure if this is the best thread to post my events on or not, but since we are talking about the importance of safety gear etc. I will give my account of a dive that went sour for me a few years back.
This dive occurred back in 2004 where I had just returned from a cpl years stint of hardly diving at all. I will share my story, but I ask not to be beat up over my mistakes. I have since learned many things about diving, and have since received several higher levels of training to improve how I dive.
For starters, no one action led to my event. It was a cascade of bad decisions which snowballed into a mishap that could have been bad. In March of 2000 I received my divers certification after a cpl years after I first learned to dive (I won’t go there) the first cpl years I dove regularly, however later seemed like my dive buds quickly faded away. My dive gear laid dormant for the most part with the exception of maybe 3-4 dives a year till I found a local group here in my town. Ironically I never knew we even had a dive club here. Lol.
In April 2004 I had surgery, and as soon as I was able started to hit the water with my new dive friends. Soon a boat trip was organized and I was thrilled to sign up. During this time of my life I was also grieving over the death of my mother who was my best friend. Sadly I chose to go against the very upbringing she raised me by and begin to hit the night clubs and bottle kinda hard. Long story short, this was the first of many bad decisions.
Upon our arrival to Florida, I was once again the only single feller around. Seems like everyone either had a spouse or girlfriend but myself. Still kinda moping about the loss of my mom, I did what I thought was the best thing to do and buy a liter of Vodka, cpl Red Bulls and huge beach mug and set out to see the last remaining daylight on the beach. Naturally it was not long before I was completely wasted, and just about the time I thought it was time to turn back to the hotel, several of my close dive buds found me in the sand. Being understanding buddies that they were, they felt we needed to top off the gallon beach jug again and mope together. It was not long that we now had three very well intoxicated beach goers. Sadly this was the night before we were to head out on the boat. Eventually my friends helped me to my feet where they carried me to my room and dumped me to recover on my own. They then turned and went out for a few more hours to enjoy the night life and continued to drink.
OMG the headache the next morning was terrible. I could have simply enjoyed myself better had I stayed in the hotel room to sleep it off. My dive buds would not allow that to happen and thus dragged my hung-over tail to the truck to go find an early breakfast. YUCK!
Realizing I was lacking boat experience, I requested that I be paired up somewhere behind the dive master and in vicinity of at least a cpl of our more experience dive instructors who was in our group. The seas that morning were terrible since a hurricane was brewing up several days away. I do not recall the numbers, but it was enough to send two divers hugging the rail before we even made it out of the pass. It was going to be a long day. Lol. During our ride out the DM was giving a brief and mentioned that the visibility was going to be poor till we dropped to 40-50 feet or so, and that in case the anchor pulls away from the wreck to simply follow the drag marks. Not knowing any better I thought this was all the norm. At the time I was only open water certified with the only boat trip under me was four years prior on my certification trip. I had no clue what a reel was, much less the importance of just how useful it could have been later. I was diving with a typical BC; whistle etc. with a single aluminum 80.
Once we reached the dive site, more divers were hurling over the boats edge - I remember at least six. Knowing I needed to allow some experienced divers in front of me, I was teamed up to go 3rd pair in behind the DM. Just as soon as we splashed things started to go south when the divers ahead of us started to have equipment problems, another had some sea sickness issues, and yet the last one simply changed their mind about diving all together. The next thing my friend and I knew was that we were now the first on the line to go down. The waves were beating the crap out of us since we were being slammed against the hull of the boat, so we elected to go on down and wait.
Remembering the DM instructions about the visibility came to mind when we soon found that it was green soup. I recall maybe 15 feet max or so that we were able to see. Upon reaching the bottom at around 90 feet or so, we were surprised that it never opened up to the clear water that we were advised would be waiting for us, not to mention the fact that there was not a wreck anywhere in sight. Seeing the plow marks in the sand, my buddy and I elected to follow it since it seems no one was coming down the line behind us. So off we go in the nasty green soup of nothing to eventually find our way to the end of the trench marks. Realizing we’re eating time we soon came to the conclusion to continue on in search for the wreck………………Now we did have enough common since to take a heading, however somehow between the bad mojo never made our way back to where we started. We were basically screwed from the moment we elected to continue the dive. Soon we reached our turn pressure and elected to go to the surface to see where the crap we were at. Upon doing our safety stop, my buddy begin to hurl his remaining breakfast through his reg. This continued for a few minutes until we both completed our stop and then surfaced to find the seas seemed much worse off than they were before we splashed.
Once surfaced, we could not see a boat for a LONG ways. Actually the boats were so small by then we could not even tell which was ours. Thinking they would simply come pick up us we just sat there. My friend continued to dry heave and soon begin to exhaust himself. Eventually he quit talking and would only respond to me hollering. Neither of us were having problems with staying afloat, so we elected not to ditch our weights. I pulled my friend by the shoulder straps up close to me to keep his head somewhat higher, and to where I could monitor his alertness, and airway. He was miserably sick, and continued to puke over my shoulder.
My friend kept wanting to get out of his wetsuit, and knowing that meant ditching the dive gear I kept having to argue with him to keep things as they were. Eventually I conceded into agreeing to cut the sleeves of his wetsuit off. Remembering I had my trauma sheers in my pocket I reached in and pulled them out along with a damn safety sausage of all things. I had purchased four years prior and had forgotten about it being there. I was like SOB all this time we could have been using it. The one I had was a very cheap vinyl orange tube that rolled up to maybe an inch in diameter, so it was something small in which simply had been in there for years w/o me having a use for it. Quite naturally I inflated it and rolled the end up to keep the other end sticking out of the water. The air would not stay in very long, and I would often have to unroll, re-inflate and start over.
Initially not too many thoughts of our safety was a concern, however I soon realized my friend was in trouble and we needed to get the crap out of the water yesterday. I knew dive boats did drift dives every day of the week, and I expected these same principles of man overboard be applied to finding us. Looking back I guess it’s a good thing I never knew just how up the creek in trouble we were.
Nearly three hours later we seen a boat, and then begin to blow our whistles and yell like they were no tomorrow. Soon we had our boat beside us, and several rescue divers in the water to pull us on board. We were both stripped of our gear and showered with fluids. My friend was so weak he could barely move, but quickly resumed his position over the side of the boat dry heaving. Neither of us had the energy to talk, and pretty much just wanted to get the heck home. We were both thankful that our boat found us, and saved us the bill had the coast guard been the one to pluck us out. Although I think had we been giving the choice while floating we would have traded in everything we owned for a ride home.
Looking back I hold one, and one person only responsible for what happened –and that was me and my buddy. No one twisted our arms to make us do the dives when common sense was to stay home. I learned many, many valuable things that day in which I still use today. I could list them out individually, however I think from what I have told gives a pretty good idea on what we (or at least myself) will never do again.
My advice to anyone reading this is to know your gear and know when to use it. I made so many mistakes that weekend, that any one alone could have got me in bad trouble, and looking back it was pure luck that we are still alive today having so many of those decisions converge back on us at once.
Dive safe,
Kenny