plongeursousmarin
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I'm posting as it's still fresh with no other goal than sharing the experience and hopefully someone reads this and learns. I know I did.
Today I dove the Duane off of Key Largo. My last and 152nd dive was in August. The charter used low pressure steel 80s, so I had to adjust from the my usual 14 lbs (for the 5 mil) that I use with aluminum 80s. The DM recommended to take 4 pounds off, which I did. Once under way, I was paired up with a buddy team of two 50-something guys, very friendly, a little overweight, nothing unusual. They'd been diving for about 10 days, with a day off yesterday due to the nasty conditions. The seas started to get a little choppy but it was no big deal, no one seemed too bothered, however once we got on the spot, I personally felt the onset of that not-so-fresh feeling (I never puke, like Seinfeld, but I sure wish I did sometimes). Anyway, I knew I'd feel better once in the pool. My two buddies were ready so they went in and told me we'd regroup at the buoy (at the bow of our boat) and descend down the line as there was some current. As I went in I was surprised at how strong the current was and instead of using my snorkel to surface-swim up the line towards the buoy, I kept my regulator and breathed through it, and used some air right there. Then I started descending and since the visibility was great, I could see those guys below me. I caught up (or down I guess) to them as they were on the wreck (at the bow) but they seemed unaware that I was there. My computer read 31.5 meters (103 feet). They saw me but did not recognize me or something, kept looking up and stuff, for me I suppose, until after a couple of minutes (I know, I know) I waved and indicated "hey, I'm here, let's take a look at the rest of the wreck", at which point the light bulb went off and we all swam together and started penetrating the upper deck. I realized I had too much weight on me and kept adding air in the BC. After going through a few swim-throughs, we got sort of separated around the wreck (outside of it) and it was time for me to come back up. Swimming towards the bow of the wreck again to reach the ascent line was quite an effort but I made it (I run and lift regularly, used to race bikes for many seasons not too long ago). I had about 500 psi and my Aladin indicated a 5 minute decompression stop at 3 meters (I was raised in the metric system...). No problem, been there before. I started coming up and as I was coming up I could see one of my buddies below struggling to get to the line, huge streams of bubbles coming out fast and being whisked away by the current, his fins kicking strenuously as he was not making much progress, until he finally reached and grabbed the line. I then looked around and above me a bit to continue my ascent and then at 6 meters (18ft), my buddy is there looking at me with wide eyes signaling he's out of air! I gave him my octo and grabbed his BC but I still had air in mine, which I could not purge because of one hand grabbing the line in the ripping current and the other holding on to my buddy. I was running more than low on air myself at this point and when I checked my pressure gauge, it read close to zero, so I signaled my buddy that we should come up, and thus ended one crazy dive. The other buddy was already on the boat and told us he'd made sure to tell his buddy that they should come up. He never had a problem. Meanwhile we were supposed to do a second dive (shallow reef) and those guys decided to sit it out, while I went, as my computer was in gauge mode.
Today I dove the Duane off of Key Largo. My last and 152nd dive was in August. The charter used low pressure steel 80s, so I had to adjust from the my usual 14 lbs (for the 5 mil) that I use with aluminum 80s. The DM recommended to take 4 pounds off, which I did. Once under way, I was paired up with a buddy team of two 50-something guys, very friendly, a little overweight, nothing unusual. They'd been diving for about 10 days, with a day off yesterday due to the nasty conditions. The seas started to get a little choppy but it was no big deal, no one seemed too bothered, however once we got on the spot, I personally felt the onset of that not-so-fresh feeling (I never puke, like Seinfeld, but I sure wish I did sometimes). Anyway, I knew I'd feel better once in the pool. My two buddies were ready so they went in and told me we'd regroup at the buoy (at the bow of our boat) and descend down the line as there was some current. As I went in I was surprised at how strong the current was and instead of using my snorkel to surface-swim up the line towards the buoy, I kept my regulator and breathed through it, and used some air right there. Then I started descending and since the visibility was great, I could see those guys below me. I caught up (or down I guess) to them as they were on the wreck (at the bow) but they seemed unaware that I was there. My computer read 31.5 meters (103 feet). They saw me but did not recognize me or something, kept looking up and stuff, for me I suppose, until after a couple of minutes (I know, I know) I waved and indicated "hey, I'm here, let's take a look at the rest of the wreck", at which point the light bulb went off and we all swam together and started penetrating the upper deck. I realized I had too much weight on me and kept adding air in the BC. After going through a few swim-throughs, we got sort of separated around the wreck (outside of it) and it was time for me to come back up. Swimming towards the bow of the wreck again to reach the ascent line was quite an effort but I made it (I run and lift regularly, used to race bikes for many seasons not too long ago). I had about 500 psi and my Aladin indicated a 5 minute decompression stop at 3 meters (I was raised in the metric system...). No problem, been there before. I started coming up and as I was coming up I could see one of my buddies below struggling to get to the line, huge streams of bubbles coming out fast and being whisked away by the current, his fins kicking strenuously as he was not making much progress, until he finally reached and grabbed the line. I then looked around and above me a bit to continue my ascent and then at 6 meters (18ft), my buddy is there looking at me with wide eyes signaling he's out of air! I gave him my octo and grabbed his BC but I still had air in mine, which I could not purge because of one hand grabbing the line in the ripping current and the other holding on to my buddy. I was running more than low on air myself at this point and when I checked my pressure gauge, it read close to zero, so I signaled my buddy that we should come up, and thus ended one crazy dive. The other buddy was already on the boat and told us he'd made sure to tell his buddy that they should come up. He never had a problem. Meanwhile we were supposed to do a second dive (shallow reef) and those guys decided to sit it out, while I went, as my computer was in gauge mode.