This is my first lobster trip of the season on the Island Diver with the Divevets.

Joining us on this trip was Donna the Biker – a recent transplant from Chicago (or is it Tennessee?) who has not been scared away by the bizarre antics of some in the group.

This was Donna’s first lobster trip.

I packed all my gear into my second game bag, and took one last look in my trunk before boarding.

I didn’t realize I had turned my light off and left it in the trunk; thanks to Dan and a spare light that he had, my dive was saved.

Thank you Dan!

I would have went anyway with my secondary light, but that would have really sucked.

Dan instructs Donna on the proper bagging procedures.

Logged Dive #353
Palos Verdes, CA

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Solo Diving/SoCal Buddy Diving

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 400 psi
Max depth: 35 feet
Waves: Calm
Visibility: 15 to 20 feet
Water Temperature: About 60 degrees
Total Bottom Time: About 45 minutes

Once anchored at our secret spot, I pushed others aside and was the first to jump in the water – I had to urinate really badly.

I submerged to 35 feet and started patrolling for lobsters to liberate.

Many shorts were spotted, but I didn’t even bother grabbing them for practice.

I had gone all the way to 15 feet before turning around; about 20 minutes into the dive, I finally grabbed my first legal bug in 30 feet of water.

The water was surprisingly clear; an almost full moon was on the horizon peaking over the Palos Verdes hillside.

I spotted another legal bug under the kelp, but missed the pin.

I was the first back to the boat with my single lobster; others followed either skunked or with one or two.

Jimmy the Bagman was lucky enough to run across a lobster hole and caught four.

Jimmy the Bagman poses with one of his prized bugs.

Dan and his protégé came back with a few…

Dan shows Donna how to measure a lobster – of course this was already done in the water before it was bagged.

One of the first time hunters on this boat pinned a molted lobster carcass; the diver mentioned, “I thought catching these things would be a lot harder, I didn’t know it was dead.”

We moved the boat to hopefully a “better” spot.

We moved the boat to a “better spot” next to some other boats, close to some shore divers.

This opening night, there weren’t too so many people out.

The break water is usually packed with boats and shore divers and so had been Palos Verdes, in the past.

This year I would say, it was maybe half the crowd.

Logged Dive #352
Palos Verdes, CA

Secret Location: 46 69 67 75 72 65 20 74 68 65 20 6c 61 73 74 20 73 70 6f 74 20 61 6e 64 20 68 65 61 64 20 33 30 30 20 79 61 72 64 73 20 74 6f 77 61 72 64 73 20 4d 61 6c 61 67 61 20 43 6f 76 65 2e

Solo Diving/SoCal Buddy Diving

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 600 psi
Max depth: 35 feet
Waves: Calm
Visibility: 10 to 15 feet, really silty is some areas
Water Temperature: About 60 degrees
Total Bottom Time: About 40 minutes

I have to say, this was a nice night dive; lots of interesting reef structure and lots of fish.

Tonight was a full moon and word has it that a lot of the lobsters stay home when they can see the moon.

I guess the hungry ones forage on such nights, because I caught three more additional bugs on this dive; every bug that I caught tonight was in 20 to 30 feet of water.

There were a lot of shorts spotted, but it’s nice to know that this season may not be so grim.

I had to do a long surface swim back to the mighty zodiac; Jim was already on board.

Jim said, “Did you see that nurse shark?”

“No, did it attack you?”

“No, but it started to circle around, which scared the shit out of me,” Jim said.

This trip took longer than I thought, but we were heading back to King Harbor around 4 AM.

Tonight netted me 11 pounds of lobster – almost $200 retail value.

Jim poses with his bugs.

Instructor Ron poses with his catch.

Wait, how many did you end up catching, Instructor Ron?

Oh, only one.

I got lucky; once you are an experienced lobster hunter, it all depends on your luck afterwards.

We were off to the Lobster Mobster event at Dive N Surf…

On opening night, Dive N Surf is open all morning long for this event; sign up before 10 PM the day before, bring in any legal lobster and you get a free T-shirt.

I registered, so I thought, over the phone, but was not on the list; they were kind enough to award me a T-shirt regardless.

The person that brings in the biggest bug wins some kind of a prize – maybe a few million dollars?

Just like last year, the same guys brought in their limit of lobsters – huge lobsters!

They were on course to win with an 11 pound bug.

I donated my smallest lobster to get free airfills.

We usually offer the lobsters one last request before they are liberated; most ask for cigarettes, but we had one that requested beer…

I ran in to an old diving buddy who was diving in another secret location – my guess is either Laguna Beach or the Redondo Beach break water.

He was trying to catch his limit, with one more to go, when he came across a cave with some bugs in it.

He reached in the hole as a swell pushed him against the rocks and dislodged his tank; he took his BC off to reattach it when another swell smashed him against the rocks which dislodged his mask and it flooded.

As he was clearing his mask, another swell hit him again and ripped the mouth piece from the regulator – he took a breath and it was nothing but water.

He was in 25 feet of water and solo diving.

He ditched his BC and tank and did an emergency swimming ascent to the surface where he called for assistance to his buddies.

He did everything right, but someone who is not experienced probably would have died.

Friends, SCUBA diving is a great activity, but can be dangerous; a buddy certainly would have helped out in this situation, but if you are going to go solo you need to rely only on yourself and yourself only.

As far as lobster hunters as buddies?

They suck; they are more concerned about bagging bugs than watching you.

So be warned.

The small crowd started to thin out even more around 5:30 AM; I left to hit first call at my local Long Beach Bar – Wardlow Station.

I traded another lobster in exchange for taking a picture of the bar tender’s butt.

I debriefed for a few hours, giving two more away to some neighbors before making it home and collapsing from exhaustion.