Diving is a walk in the park ... with an atmosphere that you can't breathe. It's easy, and relatively risk free as long as nothing goes wrong, and if your properly prepared even then it's easy and relatively risk free. The amount of preparation required goes (I'd estimate) exponentially with the severity of the conditions, thus it is not unreasonable to throw on a tank and go in a pool with little more than an admonition to not hold your breath, whereas that would be scant preparation for diving on the Northern California coast.
Amen to that. I've encountered more than a few divers who got certified in vacation destinations who most definitely were incapable of having any fun in Monterey, even in relatively benign (local) conditions.
The first was when I had about 45 dives, and was asked by someone if they could buddy with me at the Breakwater. I said sure (I'd be a lot more selective now), asked about his experience (referral cert. in Aruba, just a few dives occasionally since then, no limited vis, cold, or rough water experience except for a single dive along the breakwater wall earlier that day, so at least he'd done a shore entry and exit). To his credit he knew he needed to go out with someone local. I decided to take him out along the Big Pipe to the metridium fields, assuming he didn't hoover air so that we could get that far.
I asked the guy to bring his gear over, and he did a few minutes later. Apparently he'd never done anything other than boat diving, because his gear was covered with sand from his earlier exit (6" spilling surf) which had knocked him down so he'd crawled out, and the deflator button on his corrugated hose was jammed open. I suggested that sand and valves weren't a good combination, and took him over to the shower at the top of the stairs to rinse as much of the sand off as possible.
We got the deflator button unjammed, and I inspected the rest of his gear. For some reason the guy was wearing a 7mm two piece with a hooded vest under that, plus a separate hood on top of the attached one. I asked him if he really needed all that insulation and didn't it constrict his movements (I was wearing a 7/5 1-Pc and dry suit hood), but apparently he was worried about being cold so thought he'd err on the safe side.
He'd apparently also never been taught, or had forgotten how, to do a weight check, because he seemed to be wearing far too much weight for his size (even with all that neoprene), which didn't help him move. If I'd been more experienced myself at that point I would have declined to dive with him until he got rid of some weight and neoprene, but since I'd only recently gotten my own weight down to a minimum and trim dialed in, I let it go.
So we walked down to the other end of the beach, with the guy already having problems due to overheating and being overweighted (he also wasn't in the greatest shape), and we had to take a break for several minutes while he got his wind back. We had about 1' spilling breakers at that end on a flat beach, no problem at all for anyone who was a decent swimmer or who'd ever been in surf before. You could just walk out through them, turning sideways on and letting the wave lift you up and set you down, then put your fins on beyond the breaker line.
This was beyond him. He got out to the breaker line, saw the first wave coming, and froze facing it. Naturally the wave hit him dead on, which knocked him off his feet, and that stressed him even more. I tried to get him to walk through the breaker line to the calm water just beyond it, but he couldn't/wouldn't move. He kept trying to get his fins on, but owing to his incipient panic and the constriction on his movement from all that neoprene, along with the waves constantly breaking on him, he couldn't do it, so I had to put his fins on for him then half drag him through the breaker line.
So we're outside the breaker line, I'm thinking 'what the hell's the problem?', and the poor guy is hyperventilating from all the exertion he's been going through. We stood out there for several minutes while his breathing rate dropped back towards normal. He still had the 'deer caught in the headlights' look, and given his time in the surf zone and all the churned up sand in the water there, I suggested another buddy check. Good thing too, because his deflator button was jammed open again, and I decided enough was enough.
Now all I had to do was get the guy back to the beach. That 50 feet took us about 5 minutes as he got knocked down in the process. He was unable to get up by himself so I tried helping him get back on his feet, but it was like lifting dead weight as he had no energy left. So he started crawling out, but stopped half in and half out of the water. I'm standing there next to him trying to get him to either drop his weights or else crawl further so he's completely out of the water, but he's too exhausted to take in what I'm saying so just sits there getting hit by surf every few seconds. Clearly he's beyond helping himself, so I get the weights off him and then, because he still hasn't moved, his fins, then haul him to his feet and get him above the surf line. I'm doing this still wearing all my own gear.
After making sure he's okay and capable of getting his stuff off the beach, I headed back out and had a very pleasant solo dive in moderate conditions.
I've seen plenty like that since, although I won't buddy with them unless I'm in a patient, instructional mood. I think there's plenty of blame to go around for that situation. First, me for a lack of imagination. At the time, it hadn't occurred to me that everyone didn't get certified in conditions like ours, and I just assumed that any certified diver was competent to deal with the 'easy' conditions.
Second, the guy's poor watermanship and physical condition, which caused him to use far more energy than he need have, stressed him out mentally, and left him with no stamina to deal with extra exertion. And third, the training he'd received before certification, which left him woefully unprepared to dive by himself or as a competent buddy, even though he was a certified Open Water Diver. What a waste of the guy's time and money.
Guy