Today I was sitting here thinking of the ironic things that happen in life. I was a navy salvage diver for 6 years and thought I knew it all, cocky as could be. After leaving the Navy I decided to begin recreational diving, thats when I realized how limited my knowledge truly was. So I quickly went through my rec classes and nitrox classes (very stong in diving phisics and really lacking in OW skills, I was used to walking into a wreck not swimming). I then met some guys who introduced me to DIR and took the DIR fundamentals course. These guys are great and I really enjoy diving with them. As it happens on one of our dives there was a gentelman in his 50's on the boat with a younger guy diving inspirations. I had seen many breathers in the military so did'nt really think anything about it. The guy had on force fins as well, my buddies were in shock. How could such a big stroke even be on the boat with us. Well not much was said between us and our dive comenced. The three of us were out first with the inspiration guys following us out of the boat. We had a real strong west current and the reef runs north-south, it was a real ***** staying on the reef. It must have been about 10 minutes into the dive when the inspiration guys cruised past us. I could'nt believe it here is this old guy(no offence to my elders) cruising past me in force fins. I was struggling for all I was worth in my jets and they truly looked like fish leisurely cruising past.
We popped up and rentered the boat. About 15 minutes later I began to get a little worried about our inspiration guys. I asked the capt. were they were and he said not to worry they usually stay down till the end of the second dive. I thought that is fricking impossible! Well we followed their ball on the surface interval and the captain put us in behind them so I didnt see them the second dive (70' foot ranges on both by the way). So we popped up from the second dive and still no inspirations, the capt said theyd be up in 10 min. at this point I was truly amazed. My buddies also had some pretty confused looks on their faces. Well like clockwork they were up and back on the boat. They looked good and not near as dead as I figured theyd be.
They both casually got on the boat and began removing there gear. It was when they removed their wetsuits that the respect began flowing. The older gentelman had a UDT tatoo that covered his whole back, and the younger guy had a tatoo of "freddy" on his shoulder. I thought Holy $%$# two generations of seals(turns out they were father son). They took of there gear and were both obviously in a good place.
The elder of the two looked at us and asked how our dive was we commented on the current and the difficulty maintaining the reef. He responded with a casual Yep. And we all began talking casually(as it should be). Then one of my buds quoted the DIR thought on rebreathers. He just grinned, and the young guy turned around and laughed. He then appologized and said they heard that all to often. The elder then began explaining the unit and its workings. After a few minutes we were all popping questions, none went unanswered. My buddy then appologized for being rude earlier, with him responding that there is nothing to appologize for, he then said a HOG Rig is the only way to go open. I then began to ask more and more specific questions and he really got my thoughts going.
He provided the name of an instructor and said if I had a need he would arrange a test drive. Well about a week later all of us were in a pool, two months later 2 of us had our units. I am now enjoying diving more than I ever had. I never got his name, the younger one's name was Mike, very tall, very fit guy. I would like to thank them for opening my eyes to yet a further adventure in diving.
We popped up and rentered the boat. About 15 minutes later I began to get a little worried about our inspiration guys. I asked the capt. were they were and he said not to worry they usually stay down till the end of the second dive. I thought that is fricking impossible! Well we followed their ball on the surface interval and the captain put us in behind them so I didnt see them the second dive (70' foot ranges on both by the way). So we popped up from the second dive and still no inspirations, the capt said theyd be up in 10 min. at this point I was truly amazed. My buddies also had some pretty confused looks on their faces. Well like clockwork they were up and back on the boat. They looked good and not near as dead as I figured theyd be.
They both casually got on the boat and began removing there gear. It was when they removed their wetsuits that the respect began flowing. The older gentelman had a UDT tatoo that covered his whole back, and the younger guy had a tatoo of "freddy" on his shoulder. I thought Holy $%$# two generations of seals(turns out they were father son). They took of there gear and were both obviously in a good place.
The elder of the two looked at us and asked how our dive was we commented on the current and the difficulty maintaining the reef. He responded with a casual Yep. And we all began talking casually(as it should be). Then one of my buds quoted the DIR thought on rebreathers. He just grinned, and the young guy turned around and laughed. He then appologized and said they heard that all to often. The elder then began explaining the unit and its workings. After a few minutes we were all popping questions, none went unanswered. My buddy then appologized for being rude earlier, with him responding that there is nothing to appologize for, he then said a HOG Rig is the only way to go open. I then began to ask more and more specific questions and he really got my thoughts going.
He provided the name of an instructor and said if I had a need he would arrange a test drive. Well about a week later all of us were in a pool, two months later 2 of us had our units. I am now enjoying diving more than I ever had. I never got his name, the younger one's name was Mike, very tall, very fit guy. I would like to thank them for opening my eyes to yet a further adventure in diving.