Laruuk
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This happened last Sunday, I've been wanting to write it up for awhile. I finally got around to it.
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Inhale.
Exhale.
Clean, dry air with every breath as I descended for my final open water dive of my Open Water Class.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I watched as my depth gauge hit ten feet.
Inhale.
Seawater flooded my mouth, causing me to stop my inhalation and exhale to get it out of my mouth.
What was happening? I still had my mouthpiece in, I was biting down on it. I could hear the mass eruption of bubbles, tell-tale sign of a free-flowing reg. Looking around, I saw the source. It was my regulator, floating just in front and to the right of me, spewing the air I so desperately needed.
Air.
My body was screaming for it now. Adrenaline was pumped into my system, all rational thought disappeared as I kicked for the surface. I couldnt breath, I was fighting the urge to inhale knowing that all I would get was seawater and death.
Eight feet from the surface my training, my rational mind, overcame my panic and I quickly grabbed the Octo attached to my BC, shoved it into my mouth, hit the purge button and cautiously took a breath. I was rewarded with clean, dry air from my tank.
I looked down to see that my dive master and dive buddy were on their way to the surface. I inflated my BC, grabbed my primary regulator and turned it over (stopping its freeflow), and broke the surface a moment later.
It turns out that the zip tie holding my mouthpiece to the reg snapped off. Such a small thing had me terrified for a few seconds, knowing that I was going to die. Fortunately, my training kick in and it was nothing more than a learning experience for me.
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It was one hell of an exciting time, I tell ya. :11:
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Panic Overcome
Inhale.
Exhale.
Clean, dry air with every breath as I descended for my final open water dive of my Open Water Class.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I watched as my depth gauge hit ten feet.
Inhale.
Seawater flooded my mouth, causing me to stop my inhalation and exhale to get it out of my mouth.
What was happening? I still had my mouthpiece in, I was biting down on it. I could hear the mass eruption of bubbles, tell-tale sign of a free-flowing reg. Looking around, I saw the source. It was my regulator, floating just in front and to the right of me, spewing the air I so desperately needed.
Air.
My body was screaming for it now. Adrenaline was pumped into my system, all rational thought disappeared as I kicked for the surface. I couldnt breath, I was fighting the urge to inhale knowing that all I would get was seawater and death.
Eight feet from the surface my training, my rational mind, overcame my panic and I quickly grabbed the Octo attached to my BC, shoved it into my mouth, hit the purge button and cautiously took a breath. I was rewarded with clean, dry air from my tank.
I looked down to see that my dive master and dive buddy were on their way to the surface. I inflated my BC, grabbed my primary regulator and turned it over (stopping its freeflow), and broke the surface a moment later.
It turns out that the zip tie holding my mouthpiece to the reg snapped off. Such a small thing had me terrified for a few seconds, knowing that I was going to die. Fortunately, my training kick in and it was nothing more than a learning experience for me.
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It was one hell of an exciting time, I tell ya. :11: