Yesterday, the Coast Guard had to Medivac a diver that got his foot caught in the prop of a boat.

The diver was conscious; the extent of his injuries are not known publicly at this time.

Since there are no official conclusions as to what happened, the internet rumor mill has started to speculate.

According to posts on some scuba boards, the victim is the owner of the boat who jumped off the back; the boat then backed over him.

I’m guessing he fell off; you’re not suppose to be in the water in the first place if the boat’s props are still spinning.

I’ll post the official version when, and if, I find out.

A news article with video can be found here.

If you’re a diver and don’t have DAN insurance, I would highly advise you to get it!

A number of years ago, an old buddy of mine, Daniel From Redondo Pier, smashed his hand on the Mr. C and had to be airlifted from the boat and to the hospital.

His bill, as I remember, was $23,000 just for the airlift; I forgot how much the hospital treatment ran, but he had DAN insurance and all was covered.

Veteran’s Park, Redondo Beach, CA

Solo Diving

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 700 psi
Max depth: About 95 feet
Waves: Small swells
Visibility: About 10-15 feet, maybe more in some places
Water Temperature: 52 degrees
Total Bottom Time: 45 minutes

Ah, yes!

Veteran’s Park once again!

Quite a number of displaced Marineland divers showed up this morning; even Dive Bum Don was at Vet’s – he later said that once a year gives him his fill for this place.

The waves were flat with an occasional ankle breaker; I was ready to submerge at about 9 AM.

That’s me with Palos Verdes in the background.

Diving conditions are improving; I could actually see the bottom before hitting it.

I swam to the drop off – the edge of the canyon; it goes from 35 feet straight down to 85 feet then continues to much deeper…

Down the canyon I went and spotted a lone white starfish.

There used to be a huge white starfish here a couple of years ago… until some douche bag student in a Sports Chalet class decided to take it home as a souvenir.

I always keep my eyes open for trouble, especially when I dive alone…

A killer human-eating crab was on a traffic cone waiting to pounce on the next unsuspecting diver.

Luckily he knew I was prepared and didn’t attack!

Nearby I found someone’s cell phone…

…obviously a remnant from one of the crab’s many victims.

I went deep today for the massage and therapeutic benefits such a dive has to offer.

My console read my deepest was 90 feet; my computer said 98 feet.

I turned around at 1500 psi and swam East… then I realized that I live on the West coast, so I needed to go West.

I turned around and started getting deeper again!

Narced!

I didn’t even feel a buzz, but my navigation skills proved that I was narced.

I corrected course and vowed to kick myself in the ass later.

As I was a ascending the canyon wall, I ran across a cool cap…

I did my best to look cool in it.

I later gave it to Dan from Divevets since he likes my taste in hats so much.

After a nice shallow swim in to out gas, I made it to shore with no problems.

I socialized for a bit with the Divevets, Jake and a few from the Marineland scene.

Dive Bum Don made a good point for diving with redundant air.

Twice he had O-rings burst and other problems with his air.

“That tank empties in a matter of a minute and a half, and at 65 feet you don’t have much time,” he said.

Another diver asked, “Can’t you just turn your tank off and turn in on only when needed, until you get to the surface?”

“That takes too much time, and in an emergency situation like that it’s best just to do an emergency ascent to the surface,” I said.

Don agreed.

I think my next major dive purchase is a pony bottle – my Spare Air (aka Three Breathes To Death) is still better than nothing.

I also heard that lame ass Sports Chalet is giving store credit for old SCUBA gear.

A dive store brought in all their decaying rental equipment and raped Sports Chalet for thousands of dollars in gear.

Before heading back to the hood, I had a few debriefing beers in the lot while getting a sun tan.