redrover
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Geeze you guys, lotsa cool stuff there. Wow.
Can't decide.
The swimming Giant Moray I followed for 5 minutes in 12' of water, cripes they are huge. I think if that was my first eel encounter I'd have walked on water to get out of there.
A Crocodile Snake Eel motionless with me helicoptering inches away looking for something to prove it was a chunk of coral poking out of the sand and just looked like the head of an eel. Even though I didn't know what kind and are one of the nasty's, some how that lone chunk of broken coral was ominous. A buddy tapped it on the head, to knock it over I suppose looking for the cool part I was insisting was there. Poof!
Its alive!
Manta Dive with a full company and a bunch of Undulated Eel, big ones, out swimming, slithering all over the divers, curling up in their laps. Most not noticing too preoccupied understandably with the boatload of Manta.
There is this one tall diver very upright on his knees with light in L hand about shoulder high and away from his body. He is looking, head and body twisted far to his R as the biggest eel goes around his body a couple of times. Swims out, and back right in front of him up to his head over the shoulder and down the back. Winding up one leg and down the other, figure eight's waist to crotch, up the chest and over the shoulder, 'tween the legs, how he missed that from how personal it appeared I just dunno. Back up round the neck and draped there like a scarf for a bit head nosing around under his chin. Headed out around the light arm, turned and came back wrapped like a gigantic arm bracelet with head in the cobra position out past his light staring him right in the eyes - if they were there.
I swear this eel was out for a lark, startle the krap out him, waiting, waiting, waiting. Finally this guy turns his head to a pretty good sized Moray Eel weaving the end of his arm about 5" from his mask doing the how far down my throat can you see thing.
Bout' near hurt my self laughing so hard.
Manta's, 5 in day time hanging out. Look 'em in the eye and them eyeballing back atcha, resisting the urge to stroke close. Not feeding, swooping or flying, just barely moving and getting to examine and observe closely for the bulk of that dive.
Hanging out in the dark on stop with I thought my light tucked away and watching two Manta on same heading coming up dead on from the main stage below. Having a fair amount of trust from previous Manta dives helped assuage it looked like I was ground zero of a head on collision. Quite a sight to see. Then three, then 5 of them now and swooped at from all directions rolling me around like a ball. Barrel rolling inside layers of circle swoops, in sync, from opposing angles, one right behind the other. Was an entirely different experience from the one dimension Circle of Light kind of ballet. Having to plow my way out and 'it' in dodge ball, several accompanying, and swooping still to the surface at the boat, can't say what part of that was the coolest.
Ran across what I'm assuming was babys and Mom, maybe Dad too, Nahackey's Angelfish. Didn't know then what they were (and not supposed to be here) but the colors stopped me dead in my tracks, transfixed by this little cloud of brilliant blue and yellow fish floating over a hollow in a coral head. The sun angle and depth must have been near to perfect as the blue would flash like nuclear fission, and just as long. Very hard to pry myself away.
Can't decide.
The swimming Giant Moray I followed for 5 minutes in 12' of water, cripes they are huge. I think if that was my first eel encounter I'd have walked on water to get out of there.
A Crocodile Snake Eel motionless with me helicoptering inches away looking for something to prove it was a chunk of coral poking out of the sand and just looked like the head of an eel. Even though I didn't know what kind and are one of the nasty's, some how that lone chunk of broken coral was ominous. A buddy tapped it on the head, to knock it over I suppose looking for the cool part I was insisting was there. Poof!
Its alive!
Manta Dive with a full company and a bunch of Undulated Eel, big ones, out swimming, slithering all over the divers, curling up in their laps. Most not noticing too preoccupied understandably with the boatload of Manta.
There is this one tall diver very upright on his knees with light in L hand about shoulder high and away from his body. He is looking, head and body twisted far to his R as the biggest eel goes around his body a couple of times. Swims out, and back right in front of him up to his head over the shoulder and down the back. Winding up one leg and down the other, figure eight's waist to crotch, up the chest and over the shoulder, 'tween the legs, how he missed that from how personal it appeared I just dunno. Back up round the neck and draped there like a scarf for a bit head nosing around under his chin. Headed out around the light arm, turned and came back wrapped like a gigantic arm bracelet with head in the cobra position out past his light staring him right in the eyes - if they were there.
I swear this eel was out for a lark, startle the krap out him, waiting, waiting, waiting. Finally this guy turns his head to a pretty good sized Moray Eel weaving the end of his arm about 5" from his mask doing the how far down my throat can you see thing.
Bout' near hurt my self laughing so hard.
Manta's, 5 in day time hanging out. Look 'em in the eye and them eyeballing back atcha, resisting the urge to stroke close. Not feeding, swooping or flying, just barely moving and getting to examine and observe closely for the bulk of that dive.
Hanging out in the dark on stop with I thought my light tucked away and watching two Manta on same heading coming up dead on from the main stage below. Having a fair amount of trust from previous Manta dives helped assuage it looked like I was ground zero of a head on collision. Quite a sight to see. Then three, then 5 of them now and swooped at from all directions rolling me around like a ball. Barrel rolling inside layers of circle swoops, in sync, from opposing angles, one right behind the other. Was an entirely different experience from the one dimension Circle of Light kind of ballet. Having to plow my way out and 'it' in dodge ball, several accompanying, and swooping still to the surface at the boat, can't say what part of that was the coolest.
Ran across what I'm assuming was babys and Mom, maybe Dad too, Nahackey's Angelfish. Didn't know then what they were (and not supposed to be here) but the colors stopped me dead in my tracks, transfixed by this little cloud of brilliant blue and yellow fish floating over a hollow in a coral head. The sun angle and depth must have been near to perfect as the blue would flash like nuclear fission, and just as long. Very hard to pry myself away.
