archiebald
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Wasn't sure where to post this - mods please move if you wish....
This scenario happened last week in Guam diving off an MDA boat in Apra harbor with 20-25 people on board.
I dive regularly (every summer vacation for the last four years so stilled haven't racked up so many dives), and some of my reasons for taking up diving with my daughter were to enjoy the ocean environment, observe and photograph the beautiful wildlife before man screws it up completely - I am a firm believer in the mantra of "Take Only Photos, Leave Only Bubbles".
Just as my daughter and I had finished our descent, getting the camera ready to shoot etc, I noticed some rapid movement off to my left. I look around and I see the previous group of maybe 4-5 divers with two of the younger members (late teens, early twenties) literally thrashing around in the water, playing American football with a large pincushion starfish, fins stirring up sediment, banging into the reef.
Just for a split-second, I had an urge to kick over to them and confront them underwater, but then I thought - to hell with it, I am on vacation and I want to enjoy my dive.
I reported it to the captain of the boat after surfacing, but again, had no intention of taking it further myself, especially with my daughter present.
What would you have done?
This scenario happened last week in Guam diving off an MDA boat in Apra harbor with 20-25 people on board.
I dive regularly (every summer vacation for the last four years so stilled haven't racked up so many dives), and some of my reasons for taking up diving with my daughter were to enjoy the ocean environment, observe and photograph the beautiful wildlife before man screws it up completely - I am a firm believer in the mantra of "Take Only Photos, Leave Only Bubbles".
Just as my daughter and I had finished our descent, getting the camera ready to shoot etc, I noticed some rapid movement off to my left. I look around and I see the previous group of maybe 4-5 divers with two of the younger members (late teens, early twenties) literally thrashing around in the water, playing American football with a large pincushion starfish, fins stirring up sediment, banging into the reef.
Just for a split-second, I had an urge to kick over to them and confront them underwater, but then I thought - to hell with it, I am on vacation and I want to enjoy my dive.
I reported it to the captain of the boat after surfacing, but again, had no intention of taking it further myself, especially with my daughter present.
What would you have done?