To say the guy driving the ferry boat was a bit clueless would be an understatement. However, the main guide did not specify who it was for. He assumed the guy knew and he had no idea. He was told to go get a BC and that's what he did. They were willing to send him back for the "Big Kahuna" size, but I was done. Two days later, I did make that shark dive without my bladder. I was the first in and the last out. I loved my trim and buoyancy and was able to maintain a close affinity to the bottom when needed, without ever touching. A big tiger came at me once and I got flat on the sand as the wranglers knocked the crap out of the shark to get him off of me. OK, I've done it and I don't really want to do it again. I would have much preferred to go dive a reef.They brought you a medium?
I don't expect it, but it almost always comes up. Sometimes the reasons are embarrassing and I don't want to ever be so adamant about hearing the reason that they make the dive to avoid the confession. Dives should be fun and an "I'm not having fun" is as good as I need.I would expect to talk about why the dive was called,
BTW, when I'm a guide or instructor, I don't get to call a dive just because. In fact, I've dove while sick and it's horrible to feel that you can't back out. One Saturday I had a morning dive with a bunch of SBers to the Speigle Grove and then the Benwood, my favorite. I felt meh on the surface, but really felt bad at depth, even to the point of spewing. I tried to cancel being the afternoon guide for a family of four, but there was no one to replace me and they were on their way. I was given a variety of meds to take for sea sickness (not it) and flu (bingo). My faculties were deteriorating and by the time we splashed, I felt nauseated. Ten minutes into the dive and the world started spinning. I grabbed the first rock I saw, tucked my chin under my chest, spit out my reg and chummed under me, so as not to upset my clients. Effin fish were all over me in a thrice. I wanted to kill each and every one of them. Every 6 to 8 minutes and the world would start spinning again, I'd grab another rock and repeat this process. Second dive was even a bit worse and I was dry heaving by the end. I was not so bad on the boat, but there was hell to pay at depth. Fortunately, these were all shallow dives and my clients sucked their air down quick. As we're getting off the dock, the Dad gives me an unusually large tip and says "You are the fish whisperer! Every time you would bow your head to say your prayers, they would engulf you! I've never seen anything like it, so thanks!" No, I didn't hurt myself and no, I didn't enjoy myself, but it was quite profitable.