Long, long ago in an ocean far, far away, I wasn't assertive enough with my dive buddy (I guess) and my tank went dry at 60fsw. I could see it coming. Couldn't get the dive buddy to quit the dive. We had it drilled into our heads that you just didn't abandon your buddy. It was a sin to become separated.
He didn't have an octo rig so I had no choice but to go topside. I remember being very proud of myself to remember to exhale the whole way. It was a VERY long way.
Now, as I'm re-equipping myself to resume the hobby, a brass SPG has even more attraction.
It oughtta pack more of a thump on a recalcitrant buddy's head.
He didn't have an octo rig so I had no choice but to go topside. I remember being very proud of myself to remember to exhale the whole way. It was a VERY long way.
Now, as I'm re-equipping myself to resume the hobby, a brass SPG has even more attraction.
It oughtta pack more of a thump on a recalcitrant buddy's head.