Guba
Contributor
Good case for a lift bag...
Some friends and I were checking out a slope in a popular party spot on a local lake. One friend found a good dive knive, another a rod and reel. I was feeling unlucky when I spotted a length of rope. I started reeling it in and after about 40 feet of line found its attached anchor. So now, how to retrieve the anchor...well, I wrapped the line around it, got a good hold, and inflated my BC to compensate (I know, I know...but I was fairly new). I towed the anchor around for a while and at one point shifted it to my other hand. I knew if I dropped that thing, I would rocket to the surface like a Polaris missile, so I was especially careful. Well, a loop of rope had come loose and trailed behind me. I paused and re-coiled the rope, but it seemed to be hung on my tank. With a jerk I attempted to clear the line.
Only it wasn't hung on my tank...it was snarled on my rear dump valve release! With a burble of air, my BC emptied and I crashed to the bottom, about 6 feet down, in a cloud of silt. I could hear my partners laughing through their second stages.
I said to heck with this and pulled out my sausage, tied it to the line and shot it. We gathered the anchor later with the boat. I just gotta get me a lift bag one of these days.
Some friends and I were checking out a slope in a popular party spot on a local lake. One friend found a good dive knive, another a rod and reel. I was feeling unlucky when I spotted a length of rope. I started reeling it in and after about 40 feet of line found its attached anchor. So now, how to retrieve the anchor...well, I wrapped the line around it, got a good hold, and inflated my BC to compensate (I know, I know...but I was fairly new). I towed the anchor around for a while and at one point shifted it to my other hand. I knew if I dropped that thing, I would rocket to the surface like a Polaris missile, so I was especially careful. Well, a loop of rope had come loose and trailed behind me. I paused and re-coiled the rope, but it seemed to be hung on my tank. With a jerk I attempted to clear the line.
Only it wasn't hung on my tank...it was snarled on my rear dump valve release! With a burble of air, my BC emptied and I crashed to the bottom, about 6 feet down, in a cloud of silt. I could hear my partners laughing through their second stages.
I said to heck with this and pulled out my sausage, tied it to the line and shot it. We gathered the anchor later with the boat. I just gotta get me a lift bag one of these days.