Made it to the grounds about midnight... plan was to hit the water at daylight and commence ta killin'....
...We could see from the fish-finder/bottom machine, we were over good structure with alot of fish... so, quite naturally, my adrenaline started pumping and I stayed up for a while catching sharks on rod and reel while everybody else went to sleep
... got a few hrs of shut eye in before the pre-dawn breeze woke me up... Wetsuit already on(
), I hopped in the water while everyone else was getting suited up and began to wreak havoc on the bottom... for the next 12 hrs we dove straight, surfacing only to decompress and dump our catch, before heading back down for more... was a great day...
... Next morning, we were in about 70'... I was on the bottom, working an undercut ledge which held some nice Mangrove Snapper... about that time I heard the engine crank up...
... One of the crew had decided he thought it would be a good idea to "motor over" a few hundred yds to another patch of reef... what he neglected to take into account however... was the FACT that there were 3 divers still down... 3 divers attached to flimsy, rubber air hoses dragging precariously close to the boat's propeller...
... As soon as I heard him kick it in gear I knew what would happen... I felt my hose come immediately tight, and took one more big breath.......
.......... as the hose wrapped around the propeller... cutting off my only air supply at 70'(compressed air mind you)... Not good.
... Now when you dive compressed air at depth, your body absorbs nitrogen gas into your bloodstream... not dangerous at depth, but if you come up too quickly(like if you ran out of air lol)... the bubbles come out of solution, rupture blood vessels internally.... sometimes resulting in death...
... again, was a long, painful rise to the surface... beginning to see a patern at this point...
climbed aboard the boat for a "discussion" about moving with divers down.... before re-entering the water to try and salvage the hoses from the prop...
... got everything straightened out and we all got back to shooting, grinding away at filling the coffin...
.... I believe it was about 4pm that afternoon when the wind first started to really blow...
