September 15, 2013*

Thanks to one of the Captains of a diving boat, I have a ride back to Warsaw tonight.

I have contacted my friends in Warsaw to arrange accommodations.

So, now it’s time for the deep dive of Poland – locally known as the Trałowiec, but officially known as the Munin.

So the story goes, it was a German ship that was sunk sometime in World War II.

I have not been able to find documentation on the internet in English – well not yet.

I’m tired, and writing this on my last night in Poland, so I will readdress this issue later.

Kamil chartered another boat.

I needed a buddy, and he was more than happy to be mine for about $30 USD.

There were about eight divers on the boat, six recreational, two technical divers.

We jumped off the boat, and I followed Kamil to the line that lead to the wreck.

We descended.

Logged SCUBA Dive #448

Dove with Kamil

Trałowiec (Munin) Wreck
Hel, Poland

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 500 psi
Max depth: 120 feet
Waves: Mild chop
Visibility: 15-20 feet
Water Temperature: 38 degrees
Air Temperature: 66 degrees
Total Bottom Time: 32 minutes or so

We got to about 70 feet, and all of a sudden, I felt this extreme fucking cold pierce through my body.

Holy fuck!

Oh yeah, I need air in my dry suit.

I just kept sinking… and sinking.

I was over weighted for this dive; I kept pumping air into my BCD, and finally at 120 feet, I hit the bottom like a rock.

I was fucking cold, even in a dry suit.

Worst of all, my hands were numb; I was wearing 5 mm neoprene gloves, and I couldn’t feel my hands.

Was I narced?

I really don’t know, I followed Kamil like a sheep, but I must have been.

And, I admit, I was a little scared.

This was a night dive, during the day – it was that dark.

This was the coldest and one of the spookiest dives I had ever been on.

A doorway leads to the inside of the hull.

Just follow kamil… Just follow Kamil, all will be fine.

My hands were frozen, I was fucking cold, but I realized that our bottom time was only 12 minutes.

I am macho enough to endure such conditions.

The wheel house.

The Captain’s Wheel.

A window on the front.

Kamil lead me back to the buoy line.

Yeah! We’re going up to warmer water!

We must have spent more than 10 minutes going back up.

I couldn’t feel my hands for several minutes.

I had to take a piss too, but it was so cold, I couldn’t find… forget it.

I’m shoving off in several hours.

I will write a recap when I get home.

Thank you Poland for such a great time – next time I will be here, I’m not going to dive.

I feel cheated I didn’t stay longer and see some of the history.

*This post has been delayed due to Polish beer, Vodka and lack of internet access.

Thank you to all the Veterans that have served, and are serving, the armed forces of this country, to preserve the precious freedoms we still have left.

Having to work today, and being so broke that I would have had to miss the Disabled Veterans’ Charity Dive trip regardless, Instructor John, Instructor Ron and I headed out in the mighty zodiac – now to be forever referred to as “The Red October” – to liberate more lobsters.

I met two commercial lobstermen in the parking lot of King Harbor.

They said, “This season is great! We pulled up 400 pounds over the weekend and two hundred pounds yesterday and the day before.”

Great, that’s who’s getting them!

Riding over light wind chop, we made it to our secret area fairly quickly.

There was no full moon; if the moon was out at all, it was behind the clouds.

Hoop netters were in our last spot – maybe someone actually cracked my secret location algorithm?

We went further South and anchored in 60 feet of water.

Logged SCUBA Dive #362

SECRET LOCATION: 4f 66 66 20 74 68 65 20 67 61 74 65 73 20 6f 66 20 4d 61 72 2c 20 6e 65 61 72 20 61 20 68 6f 75 73 65 20 74 68 61 74 20 69 73 20 6c 69 67 68 74 20 74 68 65 72 65 20 73 69 74 73 20 61 20 68 6f 75 73 65 20 77 69 74 68 20 6d 61 6e 79 20 6c 69 67 68 74 73 2e, Palos Verdes, CA

Solo Diving, SoCal Buddy Diving

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 500 psi
Max depth: 60 feet
Waves: Light wind chop
Visibility: 10 feet or so
Water Temperature: About 60 degrees
Total Bottom Time: About 35 minutes

I submerged off the boat and saw the ocean floor at 45 feet – where did the other 15 feet go?

I went South, staying between 45 and 60 feet – the water was sort of chilly at depth, so I had to pee in my wetsuit to warm up a bit.

I don’t know what it was, but I started to feel sort of narced for the first five minutes or so.

Visibility was better near the surface; the bottom was a little silty.

I moved slowly, panning my light from side to side – my lobster senses knew there were bugs nearby.

Five minutes into the dive, I pinned my first bug in 55 feet – it was legal by a few millimeters.

As a dive progresses and you don’t see any lobsters, even the puniest bugs may look like monsters; so grabbing a legal one right off is a good sign – now my frame of reference was geared towards legal bugs only.

There was a slight current going South and some strong surge in various places; coupled with the silty visibility, I wasn’t able to cover as much ground as I wanted.

Roaming a reef at about 50 feet, I spotted a junior monster out in the open – it backed up, preparing to flee when my light hit.

I held my light at arm’s length, backed the beam off and kept the bug’s silhouette in view.

It started to back up, but I was already behind it for the pin – Bam!

Another bug has been liberated!

I shook my first one down the bag and put the second one in – the thing was like pinning a Foster’s beer can, so there was no need to measure.

Not more than 10 yards away, I caught my third bug for the night – my bag was getting heavy.

I started heading back to the boat at 1200 psi.

I made a pledge to myself to start making my way to the surface at 600 psi and not look at the floor while coming up.

There’s a phenomenon that I call the “500 pound bug.”

It’s a ruse used by the lobster gods to kill SCUBA divers – I was almost a victim a few seasons back.

It works like this:

When a big lobster sees a diver start surfacing from 60 feet or deeper, the lobster assumes that he’s probably almost out of air – maybe down to 500 psi.

The big lobster will come out and start walking around under the diver, who is heading up.

When the diver sees his chance for one last easy lobster, he usually postpones his ascent and chases after the bug.

Once pinned, the bug puts up a good fight – grabbing the bag closed, grabbing the diver’s mouth piece, biting the diver’s fingers, if he can.

At 60 feet or deeper, 500 psi can go REALLY quickly when fighting a monster lobster.

Suddenly, it’s awfully hard for the diver to breathe – he looks at his air gauge, and he’s out!

Panicked, the diver drops his lobster bag and weight belt and bolts to the surface.

Shooting to the surface from 60 feet or deeper, he could have an air embolism, a heart attack, get the bends or, if he holds his breath to the surface, have his lungs explode.

That is how the lobster gods fight the lobster liberators – don’t let that happen to you!

Don’t become lobster food – when lobsters eat human flesh, I hear it makes their tail meat taste really strange.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings.

I made it back to the boat with my three lobsters…

I’m really not that fat – I think the weight of all that lobster gave me a hernia.

Instructor Ron caught one bug, Instructor John got skunked.

They had gone the opposite direction, instead of following an expert lobster hunter like myself.

The next lobster hunt is scheduled for next week in a significantly deeper spot.