Lobster hunting off the “Island Diver” boat with the Divevets Group

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Solo diving/night diving

In With: 2700 psi
Out With: 300 psi
Max depth: 80 feet
Waves: Minor chop
Visibility: 15-20 feet
Water Temperature: Warm
Total Bottom Time: 25 minutes

While hoping onto the swim step, I accidentally knocked on of Dan’s fins overboard – he had put them on the railing.

Fuck!

I submerged and spent the entire dive looking for his fin.

I caught a few short lobsters along the way.

This location featured a bunch of metal planks, gears, fittings, etc; I would like to check it out during the day.

I surfaced with barely any air.

Dan had swam down the anchor line with one fin hoping to find his other one.

I lent him one of my fins and he continued his dive.

Bob surfaced with no lobster, but Dan’s fin.

Totals for tonight, Bob six, Dan three, Don four (caught this trip) and me – zero.

This trip was like a bad day at the racetrack for me.

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Lobster hunting off the “Island Diver” boat with the Divevets Group

Solo diving/night diving

In With: 2700 psi
Out With: 300 psi
Max depth: 100 feet
Waves: Minor chop
Visibility: 15-20 feet
Water Temperature: Warm for November
Total Bottom Time: 25 minutes

This was a last minute arrangement.

The boat was chartered by some guy in San Diego for him and three friends.

Dan went along as DM and invited any Divevet to go.

The guy who charted the boat ended up going alone.

It was Captain Alec, Bob, Dan, Don (the guy who chartered the boat) and me.

The boat left at 7:30 PM and we were at our secret spot within the usual time.

I submerged down the anchor line and went South East after Bob.

I looked and looked – all the lobsters were short.

I grabbed one that could have been legal, but it got away.

I ran across Bob who I witnessed pinning a bug and I thought, “Ha! This must be the spot.”

I swam ahead, Bob swam the other way.

I trolled and trolled… nothing!

I ascended and did a long surface swim back to the boat.

Everybody surfaced in the same spot; there must have been a current.

Bob caught six lobsters, Dan three and Don and me nothing.

We decided to go to another secret spot.

Bob was complaining that he had a headache from surfacing too quickly.