Dr,
Welcome to Scubaboard. You certainly know how to make an entrance. !
It's really too bad that so may people have these kinds of experiences. I find night diving the most relaxing dives and I think that comes from my first experiences too.
My first night dive was in April of 1985. We dove on a perfect night. The air was 20C the water was about 12C. A full cloudness night sky illuminated with the full unadulterated grandeur of milky way. No wind. Not even a whisper.
We got our gear ready in a truly jovial mood and entered the water in a small shallow bay. Checked gear, checked each other, checked lights and then descended in about 15 ft of water to swim out the the inlet that the bay was a part of.
The lights seemed to bring the entire place to light. Everything seemed to jitter and dance in the flashing of lights. Visibility was good, my buddy was right beside me and the group had 10 metres of visibiliy.
We approached a wall falling off sharply to the right at about 40 ft. Suddenly, I saw .... something .... initially almost a feeling that something was there. It moved from the wall to the left.
Then again
and closer
the third time I saw it clearly. It was a seal. My heart thumped with excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening!!!!
Then again. I looked at my buddy to see if he was as excited as I was but he was busy looking at his gear and checking to see if his light hadn't flooded (back then lights were often made from transparent plastic so you could see if they were flooding...)
and then it happened. The seal that had been swimming back and forth in our lights swam STRAIGHT up to us. stopped at 1/2 metre away, sat right up in the water and looked right into my buddy's eyes as if to ask "what the heck are you doing?"
My buddy who still hadn't seen the seal looked at it.... frooze ... and then SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER through his regulator and started swimming away as fast as humanly possible.
In my inexperience I wasn't able to help him, mostly because I was doubled over laughing hysterically at his reaction....
AFter a few seconds the coin fell and my buddy realised what it was and turned tail again and started swimming back as fast as he had left....gesturing insanely to me .... "DID YOU SEE THAT?" "A ... <garbled> " "LOOK" "OVER THERE" even making gestures like masturbating... like "THIS IS FRIGGEN BETTER THAN SEX!!!"
And he was right. I was better than sex.
Our dive party carried on along the wall and over the sandy bottom to a depth of 70ft. On the way back we saw spider crabs. I knew they were crabs but they looked so creepy. If something like that had been on the wall in my appartment I would have freaked out and SLAMMED a big FAT book on it to KILL the bugger before it did something to hurt me..... but down here....like this....with these people, with this instructor, in this place at this time .... it just made my mouth fall open and I said "OOOOHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAHHHHHH" through my regulator. The first "whale song" noise I ever made.... a sound that I still make to this day whenever I dive.... The sound that's so familiar to my regular buddies that they worry more about me when I *don't* make it.......
At the end of this dive we surfaced about 100 metres from the shore. The night sky was absolutely breathtaking. Spectactular. The water was as calm as meditation. The excited "wooottt" "wwoooooooott" of my fellow student fell deaf on my ears.
I was enchanted.
completely enchanted.
And 25 years later I still am......
R..