Scott5644
Contributor
I made my first New England salt water dive today at Lane's Cove with Matt from Mass Bay Divers. When we arrived, Matt said it was the lowest tide he has ever seen there, and that the entry would be tricky. Sure enough, as we made our way in, a guy and his wife/girlfriend we headed out and he took a tumble, and blamed it on his companion. She got a little p***ed, and a few moments later joined him on her backside. Into the water we went, and there was just a little current to deal with. We dropped down into some kelp, and vis was about 7-8 feet. As we made our way a little deeper and into the rocks, visibility went to 15-18 feet or so. Temp down at 40 feet was 44 degrees.
Now my first lobsta hunt begins! After a few minutes, I spotted my first one and pointed it out to Matt, who dug in with hand and stick to get it out....To small. This was repeated four more times with the same result. Then it happened. The BIG one (at least in my opinion), waiting for me to take home for my wife dinner. Matt took off after him and reached in and pulled HER out, with the smallest v-notch on the end of her tail. A short time later, I saw my final chance to grab one. I could see that it was no way close to being a keeper, but I thought to myself, I don't think that little guy can hurt me. So I went after him, reached down.... and had second thoughts about grabbing him blindly. I quickly decided to use my hand like a tickle stick and poke him out into the open. It worked!!! There he was, all .5 lbs of him, waiting to be caught. I picked him up, and the thrill of victory was mine. When I put him back down, he gave me a bit of attitude, and held his claws up at me as if to say "Don't try that again".
Maybe next time I'll have something to bring home besides memories of a great dive.
Now my first lobsta hunt begins! After a few minutes, I spotted my first one and pointed it out to Matt, who dug in with hand and stick to get it out....To small. This was repeated four more times with the same result. Then it happened. The BIG one (at least in my opinion), waiting for me to take home for my wife dinner. Matt took off after him and reached in and pulled HER out, with the smallest v-notch on the end of her tail. A short time later, I saw my final chance to grab one. I could see that it was no way close to being a keeper, but I thought to myself, I don't think that little guy can hurt me. So I went after him, reached down.... and had second thoughts about grabbing him blindly. I quickly decided to use my hand like a tickle stick and poke him out into the open. It worked!!! There he was, all .5 lbs of him, waiting to be caught. I picked him up, and the thrill of victory was mine. When I put him back down, he gave me a bit of attitude, and held his claws up at me as if to say "Don't try that again".
Maybe next time I'll have something to bring home besides memories of a great dive.