Fish_Whisperer
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Okay.. My own funny (or maybe NOT so funny) story:
I was diving in Cozumel, and still being a n00b, I had burned through my air in less than 40 minutes. I didn't have a dive buddy, although there were two dive masters in my group. We were doing a drift dive on Palancar Reef, I think... Anyway, being low on air, I let one of my team know that I was low on air and I was going to have to surface. I went up, did my deco stop, and then surfaced. No boat! WTH?? :confused1 I looked down but the current had already carried my team out of sight, so there I was, all alone, low on air, and no boat to be found. After initially inventing a few new swearwords, I inflated my BC, and lay on my back, bobbing around like a cork. My biggest fear was that I was going to be run over by a boat, so I grabbed my octopus which is bright yellow, and held it up in the air. (For whatever good that was going to do, but it was better than nothing..)
The current was carrying me towards a buoy, and I was less than a mile from shore, and beyond the buoy, there were a couple of cruise ships docked at the pier, so worst-case scenario, I could either swim for land, grab the buoy, or else drift over to the cruise ships and yell until someone took pity on my dumb azz... LOL
So, I bobbed around for a bit, wondering what had happened to the dive boat, and after about twenty minutes, another boat pulled up and asked me what boat I was with. I told them and they radioed them, and then told me that they would be along presently. Then, they patrolled around me in wide circles. I was thinking, "Why don't you just let me get the hell out of the water?" Hrmph...
After about ten more minutes, my dive boat came back, picked me up, and then went to pick up the other divers that had surfaced. I was more than a little irritated that the boat hadn't been looking for me, but reasoned that because I was a n00b, I must have done something wrong, but reasoned that all's well that ends well.
When I got back to the dock, I was rinsing my gear when my instructor came up to me and said, "It's not your fault that the boat wasn't there." The story I got later was this: The dive leader for the first team had jumped in and descended, only to find that once he got down to depth, he had to take a crap, so he surfaced and the boat took him to shore. Apparently, he was in mid-crap when I'd surfaced. After he was done, the boat took him back to his dive team and dropped him in so he could descend and finish the dive with them. Then they jockeyed the boat around to come find me, now that the current had been merrily carrying me along some distance from the original dive site.
Once I got back from Cozumel, (nearly a week overdue, thanks to Wilma), I bought a see-my-sausage and stuffed it in one of my BC pockets.
Shortly after coming home, I happened to see that piece of crap movie, "Open Water." I thought, "Yeah.. I know how that feels..." LMAO
-Frank
I was diving in Cozumel, and still being a n00b, I had burned through my air in less than 40 minutes. I didn't have a dive buddy, although there were two dive masters in my group. We were doing a drift dive on Palancar Reef, I think... Anyway, being low on air, I let one of my team know that I was low on air and I was going to have to surface. I went up, did my deco stop, and then surfaced. No boat! WTH?? :confused1 I looked down but the current had already carried my team out of sight, so there I was, all alone, low on air, and no boat to be found. After initially inventing a few new swearwords, I inflated my BC, and lay on my back, bobbing around like a cork. My biggest fear was that I was going to be run over by a boat, so I grabbed my octopus which is bright yellow, and held it up in the air. (For whatever good that was going to do, but it was better than nothing..)
The current was carrying me towards a buoy, and I was less than a mile from shore, and beyond the buoy, there were a couple of cruise ships docked at the pier, so worst-case scenario, I could either swim for land, grab the buoy, or else drift over to the cruise ships and yell until someone took pity on my dumb azz... LOL
So, I bobbed around for a bit, wondering what had happened to the dive boat, and after about twenty minutes, another boat pulled up and asked me what boat I was with. I told them and they radioed them, and then told me that they would be along presently. Then, they patrolled around me in wide circles. I was thinking, "Why don't you just let me get the hell out of the water?" Hrmph...
After about ten more minutes, my dive boat came back, picked me up, and then went to pick up the other divers that had surfaced. I was more than a little irritated that the boat hadn't been looking for me, but reasoned that because I was a n00b, I must have done something wrong, but reasoned that all's well that ends well.
When I got back to the dock, I was rinsing my gear when my instructor came up to me and said, "It's not your fault that the boat wasn't there." The story I got later was this: The dive leader for the first team had jumped in and descended, only to find that once he got down to depth, he had to take a crap, so he surfaced and the boat took him to shore. Apparently, he was in mid-crap when I'd surfaced. After he was done, the boat took him back to his dive team and dropped him in so he could descend and finish the dive with them. Then they jockeyed the boat around to come find me, now that the current had been merrily carrying me along some distance from the original dive site.
Once I got back from Cozumel, (nearly a week overdue, thanks to Wilma), I bought a see-my-sausage and stuffed it in one of my BC pockets.
Shortly after coming home, I happened to see that piece of crap movie, "Open Water." I thought, "Yeah.. I know how that feels..." LMAO
-Frank