For me it's like pornography....you know it when you see it.
I once had a guy on the boat who had to use two weight belts worn as bandoliers across his chest because it was the smallest part of his torso. We got down the anchor line to 40 feet and he was already at 1000psi--the cue to begin our ascent.
I had another guy who was just as big, but was quick on his feet and seemed to sip air.
A few months ago I had a skinnie-minnie woman who shot around the boat like she was speed soaked in caffeine. She got all the way to 80 feet before she was at a 1000, then managed to run out of air during her safety stop. She just never stopped moving.
I gave up prejudging based on weight alone. There's that something extra that's hard to put your finger on. With the big guy who sipped the air, he looked like he'd spent a lot of time outside. The bandolier guy appeared as if he spent most of his days on the couch. And the woman, she struck me as someone who recently gave up smoking cigarettes, but not crack.
I once had a guy on the boat who had to use two weight belts worn as bandoliers across his chest because it was the smallest part of his torso. We got down the anchor line to 40 feet and he was already at 1000psi--the cue to begin our ascent.
I had another guy who was just as big, but was quick on his feet and seemed to sip air.
A few months ago I had a skinnie-minnie woman who shot around the boat like she was speed soaked in caffeine. She got all the way to 80 feet before she was at a 1000, then managed to run out of air during her safety stop. She just never stopped moving.
I gave up prejudging based on weight alone. There's that something extra that's hard to put your finger on. With the big guy who sipped the air, he looked like he'd spent a lot of time outside. The bandolier guy appeared as if he spent most of his days on the couch. And the woman, she struck me as someone who recently gave up smoking cigarettes, but not crack.