Repost from Drewski in another thread ........
Let me tell you a little story about swimming...
Back when I was a younger and DUMBER man, I was really ate up about the need to go diving on "the spur of a moment." So, one morning I decided to round up a few buddies and head out to the Morgan, a liberty ship about 30 miles or so off Virginia Beach.
Unfortunately, I could only get one other buddy (a fellow instructor who shall remain nameless) but, we figured "what the heck?," piled into my boat and took off. It was a GREAT day, warm, blue sky, FLAT as a coffee table. We both were wreck divers, had full gear, doubles, etc. Originally, we were going to dive solo, but, AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGEMENT, we decided to dive together and leave the boat unattended on the surface. Now, we can argue all day about solo diving, but let's just say that wasn't the REAL issue in question.
So, to "protect" us, we hooked into the wreck, geared up, and made the descent down the anchor line. We had hooked into a center section of the wreck and had planned to follow the outer edge around and back. Our profile was about 110 FT for 30 minutes with a 10 FT stop. We planned our dive on landmarks, knowing our position and the position of the anchor line.
BUT, things don't always go as planned. We came off the wreck to explore the debris field, planning to go back to the hull landmark and continue our circuit. We started digging at a spot that looked interesting and before we knew it we hit max bottom time. Realizing our mistake, we quickly turned and headed back to the wreck only to find we had lost orientation. Thinking "OK, no big deal," we attempted to reacquire orientation and find the anchor line. By the time we figured where we were, another 5 minutes had passed and we were pushing closer to long decompression. To avoid this, we decided to institute "emergency" decompression procedures.
We'd always carry 200' of brown twine in a BC pocket in case we got in this predicament. I tied off the twine to a piece of wreckage, both of us secured to it and we began our ascent. When we got close to the surface the first thing we noticed was that waves had come up that weren't there when we descended. We also noticed that a surface current had picked up, causing about a 20 degree angle on our ascent line because of the pull. We added air, became slightly buoyant, and began to bounce up and down with the wave action. About 5 minutes into the stop, the ascent line snapped and we began to drift.
Now I've been in tight situations before, but this one started to worry me. It was about 5 PM, in the summer, and no one else was on the wreck when we went down. We had at least 20 minutes more of decompression and neither of us planned to surface unless we ran out of air (both of us had more than 1000 PSI remaining). So, we stayed calm, remained at depth after buoyancy adjustment, and did a "drift decompression stop." Believe me when I say I'll NEVER do that again.
When we surfaced after this little adventure I immediately did a 360 looking for the boat. NO BOAT. The waves were running about 1 to 2 FT now, so I realized I probably couldn't see it. I stripped out of my gear, inflated my BC to float the tanks, and "stood" up on my fins. It took 3 times of doing a 360 until I spotted the boat. I could only see it by the reflection off the windshield and I knew we were in BIG trouble. My buddy, a fellow instructor, was a smoker and he said "no way man, I can't do it. Pick me up after you get it." Smiling, he held onto my gear, laid back and waved good-bye. Using my compass (this is why you should always have a WRIST compass), I shot a course to the boat, reversed it, turned on my back, and started the swim. More than 1 hour later, I climbed on the boat tired, but VERY happy.
Not wanting to screw around I buoyed the hook, lined up on course and 20 minutes later picked up my buddy. INCREDIBLY, he was smoking a cigarette when I got to him. It seems he always carried a couple with him in a baggy while diving "just in case." I asked him what "just in case" meant and he replied he wasn't worried because he knew I could make the swim. He didn't light up until he saw me coming.
So, the moral of this LONG story? ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, realize that SWIMMING is part of DIVING. Especially if you plan to act STUPID like we did.
As far as carrying "just in case" smokes, well, I'll leave that to you...
Peace..
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