MysteryDiveBuddy
Contributor
Oh I see how it is! I have to write the dive report? I have to write the dive report! Don't you people realize I have important pressing things to do?
*refers to intinerary*
:heh_heh: Did I say I had things to do? Oops. I can't do my chores (namely cleaning out somebody's truck and rinsing associated dive gear) because it's raining so onto the dive report:
Long long ago and far far away....ok in Ponce DeLeon, FL last night at about 5pm....two vivacious and intrepid young ladies undertook a diving adventure. Despite the scortching heat and smothering humidity they suited up in multiple layers of protective neoprene. While they were assembling thier gear they looked on in satisfaction as the milling hordes of tired divers and swimmers departed (before the legions of blood-sucking insects descended on the swamp in the waning light).
Our adventuresses did take note of a single diver preparing to enter the water after them. This individual was obviously psychologically imbalanced because he was loudly proclaiming his intentions to enter the cavern on a single tank with only 2000psi in it, alone with exception of his camera, with no formal cavern training. Our heroines shook thier heads sadly :shakehead and did thier final buddy checks, oks, and descended into the cool soothing waters of the spring.
Upon immersion in the azure hydrologic paradise the diveresses were transported to another dimension of calm and quiet where everybody can fly and nobody has to hurry or answer the incessant ringing of thier cell phone. They glided down and over the training platform, noting sunfish, on thier way to explore the bottom of the spring basin.
Before dropping into the precipitous basin one of the Ladies of SCUBA tied off the diver down flag to the cypress log. She left the flag about 3' beneath the waters surface to foil the attempts of Evil Doers to steal the precious Beacon of Safety.
The bottom of the basin was virtually devoid of fish life with the exception of one or two small sunfish. The limestone formations of eons ago held some interest but the Ladies of SCUBA were more interested in the ichthyologic fauna and glided up and out of the basin to make several surveys around the perimeter of the spring.
Among the cypress knees were the many inhabitants they had grown accustomed to encountering in the spring: sunfish of several varieties (curiously referred to as "bream" or "brim" by the locals dspite the fact that bream are marine fish endemic to Europe) bass patrolling with majesty and pomp, pickerel hovering like dirgibles menacing the smaller dace and sunfish, along with one solitary spotted sucker....not to be confused with a carp, none of which were in evidence. Additonally there were no striped bass or turtles to be found.
Looping around the basin in a clockwise fashion the Ladies of SCUBA encountered the deranged diver who had apparently entered the cavern after they ascended from the hole. Fortunately the poor chap was no worse for his adventure and insisted on taking thier photograph. Then he proceded to tangle himself in the Adventuresses flag line and entangle them both as they attempted to extricate him.
Having rid themselves of the Insane Diver from the Blue Hole of Death the Ladies of SCUBA did one more lap around the edges of the spring where they were privledged to observe a small pickerel actually hunting a small darky colored sunfish. The pickerel menaced his quarry as it darted in and out of the warren within the cypress stumps.
Finally our heroines exited the water after a 35 minute dive with a maximum depth of approximately 35'. As they emerged from the spring (unfortunately looking nothing like Venus emerging from the sea) they were greeted by thunderclaps and that Nuisance from the Blue Lagoon.
The End
*refers to intinerary*
:heh_heh: Did I say I had things to do? Oops. I can't do my chores (namely cleaning out somebody's truck and rinsing associated dive gear) because it's raining so onto the dive report:
Long long ago and far far away....ok in Ponce DeLeon, FL last night at about 5pm....two vivacious and intrepid young ladies undertook a diving adventure. Despite the scortching heat and smothering humidity they suited up in multiple layers of protective neoprene. While they were assembling thier gear they looked on in satisfaction as the milling hordes of tired divers and swimmers departed (before the legions of blood-sucking insects descended on the swamp in the waning light).
Our adventuresses did take note of a single diver preparing to enter the water after them. This individual was obviously psychologically imbalanced because he was loudly proclaiming his intentions to enter the cavern on a single tank with only 2000psi in it, alone with exception of his camera, with no formal cavern training. Our heroines shook thier heads sadly :shakehead and did thier final buddy checks, oks, and descended into the cool soothing waters of the spring.
Upon immersion in the azure hydrologic paradise the diveresses were transported to another dimension of calm and quiet where everybody can fly and nobody has to hurry or answer the incessant ringing of thier cell phone. They glided down and over the training platform, noting sunfish, on thier way to explore the bottom of the spring basin.
Before dropping into the precipitous basin one of the Ladies of SCUBA tied off the diver down flag to the cypress log. She left the flag about 3' beneath the waters surface to foil the attempts of Evil Doers to steal the precious Beacon of Safety.
The bottom of the basin was virtually devoid of fish life with the exception of one or two small sunfish. The limestone formations of eons ago held some interest but the Ladies of SCUBA were more interested in the ichthyologic fauna and glided up and out of the basin to make several surveys around the perimeter of the spring.
Among the cypress knees were the many inhabitants they had grown accustomed to encountering in the spring: sunfish of several varieties (curiously referred to as "bream" or "brim" by the locals dspite the fact that bream are marine fish endemic to Europe) bass patrolling with majesty and pomp, pickerel hovering like dirgibles menacing the smaller dace and sunfish, along with one solitary spotted sucker....not to be confused with a carp, none of which were in evidence. Additonally there were no striped bass or turtles to be found.
Looping around the basin in a clockwise fashion the Ladies of SCUBA encountered the deranged diver who had apparently entered the cavern after they ascended from the hole. Fortunately the poor chap was no worse for his adventure and insisted on taking thier photograph. Then he proceded to tangle himself in the Adventuresses flag line and entangle them both as they attempted to extricate him.
Having rid themselves of the Insane Diver from the Blue Hole of Death the Ladies of SCUBA did one more lap around the edges of the spring where they were privledged to observe a small pickerel actually hunting a small darky colored sunfish. The pickerel menaced his quarry as it darted in and out of the warren within the cypress stumps.
Finally our heroines exited the water after a 35 minute dive with a maximum depth of approximately 35'. As they emerged from the spring (unfortunately looking nothing like Venus emerging from the sea) they were greeted by thunderclaps and that Nuisance from the Blue Lagoon.
The End
