I Love Scuba Diving
I learned to scuba dive long ago with a friend, we did around 50 dives and then stopped. Many years later I took up the sport again with another friend. This time we took an advanced diving course so we could get some training on night diving and deep dives.
I had a new Whites diving suit to test out. I had used one before, but it had been a lot of years. I got in the Water with my buddy and discovered I did not have enough weight on my belt to submerge, I did not have my ankle weights, so I swam to the shore and grabbed a couple of rocks to stuff in my pockets, and was then able to get under the water.
Down near the bottom I added a bit too much air to my BC and was having trouble venting from the sleeve, I started to float up too fast feet first and was unable to swim down to compensate while frantically trying to vent from the sleeve which was now too low.
I remembered the stories about burst lungs etc so began a constant exhale as I struggled to get my feet underneath me and I nearly succeeded, but by then I was already near the surface. Fortunately I was not down very deep this time. I came shooting out of the water like a rocket. No damage of any kind. I noticed the rocks that were in my pocket were gone.
Never use rocks in your pockets for weight, and remember your ankle weights with a dry suit.
We did 30 or so dives before stopping. Diving is a lot of fun but can get tedious if you dive the same places too often.
I had a new Whites diving suit to test out. I had used one before, but it had been a lot of years. I got in the Water with my buddy and discovered I did not have enough weight on my belt to submerge, I did not have my ankle weights, so I swam to the shore and grabbed a couple of rocks to stuff in my pockets, and was then able to get under the water.
Down near the bottom I added a bit too much air to my BC and was having trouble venting from the sleeve, I started to float up too fast feet first and was unable to swim down to compensate while frantically trying to vent from the sleeve which was now too low.
I remembered the stories about burst lungs etc so began a constant exhale as I struggled to get my feet underneath me and I nearly succeeded, but by then I was already near the surface. Fortunately I was not down very deep this time. I came shooting out of the water like a rocket. No damage of any kind. I noticed the rocks that were in my pocket were gone.
Never use rocks in your pockets for weight, and remember your ankle weights with a dry suit.
We did 30 or so dives before stopping. Diving is a lot of fun but can get tedious if you dive the same places too often.
