vinegarbiscuit
Contributor
Five years ago, I was diving the U-352 off the NC coast. A large group was in line to drop off the boat, and my dive buddy was toward the end of the conga line while I was at the front. We did a pre-dive safety check at a distance with hand signals - very sloppy. He and I agreed that I would splash ahead and descend to the sub (bottom at 115') and wait for him rather than at the surface - it was a great day, good vis, no current - as we felt we were reasonably experienced divers and a decent buddy pair. I splashed and descended, and moved off to the side to wait for him to come down the descent line. A few minutes later I saw this ball of human limbs and dive gear dropping rapidly to the bottom, where it impacted in a huge cloud of silt. It turned out to be my buddy, who spent some time fiddling with his gear amidst the silt, before joining me. He said afterward that he realized as soon as he was in the water, and starting to descend, that he had forgot to connect his inflator hose, so he just let the descent go and enjoyed the ride. We still laugh about it.
I love the image of flailing limbs whizzing past you and the 'pouf' of silt as he hit the floor. "One day, we'll remember this, laugh, and nervously change the subject!" Or ball-bust from here to eternity, more like it...
