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Oh, ok, I'll tell about it...

My son (a product of my Grow Your Own Dive Buddy Program) and I found this lovely old anchor in about 35 feet of waterr. As I got ready to attach a lift bag, I noticed there was some chain on it. Thinking it would be easier to lift the chain and then haul the anchor up by it, I followed the chain. The chain led to some rope. I fgured that that would make lifting the whole thing even easier. However, at the end of the rope, I found a very nice Coast Guard cutter. In as much as it was floating just fine already and since no one aboard it noticed us, we decided to leave the whole mess alone. Note to self: Don't recover anchors.
 
that is a great story! you projected me there and made me feel as if i were you. great! thank you!
 
DeepSeaDan:
Over the years I've ben fortuneate to find all manner of nifty "stuff" - both recreationally & commercially, but nothing matched an experience in 1978 for sheer ****es n' giggles...


In the summer of 78' I was 18 & always on the lookout for some deepsea adventure. One Wednesday evening I was thumbing through the local paper & found an article that asked the provacative question: UFO in local "bottomless" pond? The author quoted a local resident who insisted he & many others had witnessed a strange, pulsating glow emanating from a local spring-fed pond, which was reputed to be "bottomless." He & his troops had been swimming in the pond the night before & had witnessed the unearthly throbbing specter begin it's eerie pulsations just as the last light of the day slipped away...

Now it just so happened that I knew of this chap - he was a resident of an 18th century farm house, owned by an eclectic old lady who operated the home as the "House of Creativity" - a house of refuge for most anyone in pursuit of spiritual & creative matters. Our intrepid UFO-sighter was the resident poet, muser of mysticism & was known to wax on at length about the weightier matters of life, death & the nature of the cosmos...

No less coincidentally, the creative old lady was also my girlfriend's Grandmother.

The next evening the paper ran an even larger article on the mysterious goings-on at the bottomless pond - this time with pictures! Our fearless poet - come UFO speculator was front & center, rambling on about the real possibility of alien activities in the area. I tossed the paper aside & commenced to packing my dive gear - my Sister's boyfriend & I were taking his Jeep North for the weekend to do some deep river diving, in pursuit of artifacts from the voyageur days in Central Ontario...

Next day, late afternoon, & we're just about ready to head North when the phone rings. Who could it be but sweet Gramma"DoDo" ( no kidding - thats what they called her! ), owner/operator of the "House of Creativity." She wanted to know if I could dive the pond that evening & identify the source of the ghostly spectral pulsations that had initiated, without fail, the two previous evenings. I explained the situation to my buddy Andy & he reluctantly agreed to join in the hunt. We grabbed our ectoplasmic discombobulators, donned our "Ghostbusters" dive apparel, & raced to the scene...

We arrived to find Gramma DoDo, the resident poet-laureate / UFO maven, & a host of other chanting, balding hippie-types milling about, mumbling incantations & beseeching the "pond entity" to glow-forth. A reporter / photographer from the local paper was also on hand to record the historic encounter. Andy & I geared up & entered the pea-green soupy waters to begin our search. The best direction we could ascertain from the poet was that "it" was "out there" somewhere - indicated by a broad, majestic sweep of the arm. We decended at twilight, hoping the apparition would begin it's nightly light show, so that we might zero in on it's beacon. Within minutes we had located "bottom" in this "bottomless" pond as being 33', & the consistency of diaretic loon-poo. Visibility was near zero, & after a few sweeps, we surfaced to ask for more specific direction...

Gramma DoDo, in a flowing komono that did little to hide her ample girth, ascended a small promontory of rock near the edge of the pond, raised her arm slowly, and, like some ancient Tibetan mystic, paused for effect, then slowly lowered her arm, pointed, & in a voice from deep in the grave intoned: " It is there..."

We quickly decended, & out of the gloom it appeared...we froze in abject....hilarity! There before us was the mystery, the inter-galactic visitor - an amber yellow construction warning sign! One of those nifty pedastal warning lights with a photo-sensitive light cell, designed to activate the warning beacon at the approach of dusk...

I grabbed the sign, surfaced, & held the alien intruder aloft for all to see. There was a collective gasp form the anxious on-lookers, then a clot of nervous laughter began as folks realized how silly they'd been to believe we'd been invaded. I looked over to the poet, who was frantically, pleadingly, waving his arms in a downward motion. Ignoring his gyrations, Andy & I triumphantly emerged from the murk, bearing our prize...

As Andy & I posed with our captive alien for a few pictures, the poet was seen to be racing Westward on his borrowed bicycle, never to be quoted again. Gramma DoDo
wanted to keep "E.T." as a reminder to all that "life is not always as it appears" or some other such weighty life-lesson...

As for Andy & me - well, our work was done there, it was time to pack up & head for the next adventure, somewhere, just over that horizon...

D.S.D.
great!
 
Diesel298:
fishing pole. anchors. mask. a few snorkles. lots fishing gear....
small fiberglass boat..... a torpedo......
the normal stuff


Whoa, there!


A torpedo?!?! A little outside the realm of normal stuff!
 
Gold Coins
Gold Pocketwatch
Diamond Rings
Diamond Earings
Diamond & Pearl Earings
Silver Coins
Silverware
Silver trays
Crystal, China, Portholes,
and "tons" of other stuff.
I just got done with my website. It's now up and running. Check out all the pics and videos on various treasures we've brought up. All from off the Jersey shore. Most treasure was from wrecks in the mid 1800's
http://www.eatmediveclub.com
 
The funniest thing I found was someones Drivers license at Catalina in about 10 feet of water, I mailed it back to the address on it....:D

I've found scuba knives, weight belts, dive slate, and many little rinky dink type things....never anything major like Atlantis or something...:wink:
 

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