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This story has a beginning as stated below those of you who wish to add to this story can, let's make it real fun for those who read it.
Episode One
It was like any other Saturday morning while at home, waking after staying up late checking to make sure all the Scuba gear was in working order, packed away in such a manner that it would survive the bumpy trip, just 6 hours away. Upon waking and eating a breakfast of eggs and toast, one just can not get enough of that fresh homemade blue berry jelly; the scuba gear was loaded into the truck. After making a stop by the local convenience store for gasoline, snacks, and ice for the cooler the weekly dive trip began.
The spot today was selected by my neighbor during the week while on a pleasure cruise his wife lost a diamond inlaid platinum necklace while they were anchored in Pirates cove. It has been a several months since I have been to that spot on the lake and knew of only one way to get there with out a boat. I didnt remember that many downed trees that needed driven over the last time but soon with the help of the ole trusty Magellan GPS, the tires of my truck were two feet above the water. I stopped to watch the now rising sunrise crest over the mountains. The lawn chair recovered from a previous dive was still there along with its fishing pole, safe on the beach. All ten square feet of beach, the rest of the cove was cliffs and large rocks, it was safe to say that none had been here since or disturbed the area, almost like the first time, well the large tree that was transplanted has something to do with it. Amazing what TNT, wench, and cable will do. The news a few weeks later was interesting to watch, people claimed that a red truck was parked at Pirates cove, a few people were lost for a couple of days, searching for how the truck made it there. Talking with the Sheriffs office even they couldnt explain the interest in the Cove and what made it look different. We dare not say it was from watching old Batman re-runs. Just further rumors that went with the legend of Pirates Cove. There again would be strange news reports over the next week.
I should add here the special thing about Pirates cove; Outside of the location just about 1000 yards further up-lake uh, river from the ever so popular Thong beach, where everyone beaches their watercraft to enjoy the visual sights. Larger boats that did travel past Thong beach would use the cove to turn around due to the narrow canyon walls. The water here in Pirates cove does something strange the water, under the thermocline, is crystal clear. Granted it is pitch black due to the lack of sun getting past the upper layer of lake water. Once to settle an argument a tape measure was used to measure the exact distance one could see, the argument wasnt settled, because the amount of as far as your light could go wasnt a proper answer, everyone had different dive lights. Makes one wonder why there cant be specifics in generalities.
The pre dive conference was done at the neighbors house with the help of a aerial map we knew the general starting area for our search. The debate on the best course of action, was due to the ever so slight current and bottom composition, it was conceivable that layers of fine sand now cover the necklace, was decided that the expense of an underwater metal detector was the finders fee. The hang up with getting equipment for a search and recovery dive was it had to be new, with the option of returning it for cash. The dive plan was to giant stride off the truck into the 126-foot deep water, swim over to the search area and drop down following the point until we reach the bottom, then use a rope to search for the necklace in a circle pattern. If the necklace could not be found in the search circle, a search around the edges would be done on subsequent dives. The lift bag was useful in that we attached all the search equipment to it so the descent would leave the hands free to hold the guide rope down.
Passing through the thermocline this time it was at 45 feet, the Nemo dive light almost showed the bottom, making the necessary buoyancy adjustments soon we were safely on the bottom and everything was OK. We could spend 25 minutes at this depth, before we had to begin our assent back to the surface. Placing the basket beneath the lift bag at the center of the search circle, canister lights were set up and turned on, a post with swivel was placed and the metal detector was turned on. Things were going pretty smooth outside of the occasional fish there was no life. There have been several boats in the cove; cans, bottles and a blender were placed in their proper container. On the sixth revolution the computers alarm went off, the time had come to turn off the electronic machinery and begin the assent. Knowing that if we waited two hours by eating and such the search could continue.
Once on the surface it was a short swim around the corner to the improvised ladder, would have to bring the generator out and attach a lockdown point permanently, with the use of a hammer-drill place a couple of eye bolts, the exits would be less strenuous. The diving gear was placed on the hangers and soon the BBQ grill was heating up the potatoes and meat from a fine grain fed cow. Sitting around the small table eating and relaxing this story was told.
Episode One
It was like any other Saturday morning while at home, waking after staying up late checking to make sure all the Scuba gear was in working order, packed away in such a manner that it would survive the bumpy trip, just 6 hours away. Upon waking and eating a breakfast of eggs and toast, one just can not get enough of that fresh homemade blue berry jelly; the scuba gear was loaded into the truck. After making a stop by the local convenience store for gasoline, snacks, and ice for the cooler the weekly dive trip began.
The spot today was selected by my neighbor during the week while on a pleasure cruise his wife lost a diamond inlaid platinum necklace while they were anchored in Pirates cove. It has been a several months since I have been to that spot on the lake and knew of only one way to get there with out a boat. I didnt remember that many downed trees that needed driven over the last time but soon with the help of the ole trusty Magellan GPS, the tires of my truck were two feet above the water. I stopped to watch the now rising sunrise crest over the mountains. The lawn chair recovered from a previous dive was still there along with its fishing pole, safe on the beach. All ten square feet of beach, the rest of the cove was cliffs and large rocks, it was safe to say that none had been here since or disturbed the area, almost like the first time, well the large tree that was transplanted has something to do with it. Amazing what TNT, wench, and cable will do. The news a few weeks later was interesting to watch, people claimed that a red truck was parked at Pirates cove, a few people were lost for a couple of days, searching for how the truck made it there. Talking with the Sheriffs office even they couldnt explain the interest in the Cove and what made it look different. We dare not say it was from watching old Batman re-runs. Just further rumors that went with the legend of Pirates Cove. There again would be strange news reports over the next week.
I should add here the special thing about Pirates cove; Outside of the location just about 1000 yards further up-lake uh, river from the ever so popular Thong beach, where everyone beaches their watercraft to enjoy the visual sights. Larger boats that did travel past Thong beach would use the cove to turn around due to the narrow canyon walls. The water here in Pirates cove does something strange the water, under the thermocline, is crystal clear. Granted it is pitch black due to the lack of sun getting past the upper layer of lake water. Once to settle an argument a tape measure was used to measure the exact distance one could see, the argument wasnt settled, because the amount of as far as your light could go wasnt a proper answer, everyone had different dive lights. Makes one wonder why there cant be specifics in generalities.
The pre dive conference was done at the neighbors house with the help of a aerial map we knew the general starting area for our search. The debate on the best course of action, was due to the ever so slight current and bottom composition, it was conceivable that layers of fine sand now cover the necklace, was decided that the expense of an underwater metal detector was the finders fee. The hang up with getting equipment for a search and recovery dive was it had to be new, with the option of returning it for cash. The dive plan was to giant stride off the truck into the 126-foot deep water, swim over to the search area and drop down following the point until we reach the bottom, then use a rope to search for the necklace in a circle pattern. If the necklace could not be found in the search circle, a search around the edges would be done on subsequent dives. The lift bag was useful in that we attached all the search equipment to it so the descent would leave the hands free to hold the guide rope down.
Passing through the thermocline this time it was at 45 feet, the Nemo dive light almost showed the bottom, making the necessary buoyancy adjustments soon we were safely on the bottom and everything was OK. We could spend 25 minutes at this depth, before we had to begin our assent back to the surface. Placing the basket beneath the lift bag at the center of the search circle, canister lights were set up and turned on, a post with swivel was placed and the metal detector was turned on. Things were going pretty smooth outside of the occasional fish there was no life. There have been several boats in the cove; cans, bottles and a blender were placed in their proper container. On the sixth revolution the computers alarm went off, the time had come to turn off the electronic machinery and begin the assent. Knowing that if we waited two hours by eating and such the search could continue.
Once on the surface it was a short swim around the corner to the improvised ladder, would have to bring the generator out and attach a lockdown point permanently, with the use of a hammer-drill place a couple of eye bolts, the exits would be less strenuous. The diving gear was placed on the hangers and soon the BBQ grill was heating up the potatoes and meat from a fine grain fed cow. Sitting around the small table eating and relaxing this story was told.
