blobbottlebob
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I an going to leave off the ending. I'm sure you can guess what happened but I'll let you do it tonight and I'll post the last two (plus)paragraphs tomorrow to finish this off ....
Okay. So I was out diving at about twenty feet. Because of the thermocline in the summer, the water is significantly colder at the bottom than it is at the surface. It’s one of the benefits of diving on a hot summer day. The bottom is naturally temperate and cool. The warm temperatures at the surface are nice too. I love floating on my back and relaxing in the bathwater after a dive. It’s nice looking up at the sky and trying to save that feeling because I know how much I am going to miss this when winter rolls around again.
As I’m feeling around for bottles at twenty feet, I found one with the top pointing straight down, the bottom facing the sky. I need to step back here. Oftentimes, divers will find common or modern or damaged or plain old junk bottles. One thing they sometimes do, is place them back into the bottom with the top pointing down. It is supposed to signify that this bottle has been checked and it is worthless. I hate it when divers do that (so, I try not to). It seems territorial to me like a dog lifting his leg; ‘this is mine – I searched this area - it’s been done – and this thing is junk’. Once, I found a hutch just a foot away from one such rejected bottle. I was thinking, “Ha. In your face! You missed this one!†Anyway, my first fear was that I’d likely found a rejected bottle. I reached down and felt a blob top with the stopper intact and in-place on the blob. In fact, the bottle was in the closed (sealed) position. Apparently, the thing just sank top-down. I tucked it into the belt area of my bcd. (This is the vest you wear to control your buoyancy underwater. It clips around your waist). Then I went looking for more bottles.
After several minutes (and several found bottles), I decided to return to the surface to unload. I pulled myself up along my float line. Just as my head pops out of the water I hear a concussive “KAAHH BOOOOMâ€. It sounded like someone threw a bowling ball in the water right next to me. Or better yet, someone jumped off of the upper deck of their pontoon boat landing in my face. The first thing I thought was that my dive buddy was messing with me. Nope, nowhere around. What about a boat? No again. Maybe I had trapped a large fish up underneath my float just as I was surfacing? That would explain it, but I didn’t see any fish and that had never happened before.
Okay. So I was out diving at about twenty feet. Because of the thermocline in the summer, the water is significantly colder at the bottom than it is at the surface. It’s one of the benefits of diving on a hot summer day. The bottom is naturally temperate and cool. The warm temperatures at the surface are nice too. I love floating on my back and relaxing in the bathwater after a dive. It’s nice looking up at the sky and trying to save that feeling because I know how much I am going to miss this when winter rolls around again.
As I’m feeling around for bottles at twenty feet, I found one with the top pointing straight down, the bottom facing the sky. I need to step back here. Oftentimes, divers will find common or modern or damaged or plain old junk bottles. One thing they sometimes do, is place them back into the bottom with the top pointing down. It is supposed to signify that this bottle has been checked and it is worthless. I hate it when divers do that (so, I try not to). It seems territorial to me like a dog lifting his leg; ‘this is mine – I searched this area - it’s been done – and this thing is junk’. Once, I found a hutch just a foot away from one such rejected bottle. I was thinking, “Ha. In your face! You missed this one!†Anyway, my first fear was that I’d likely found a rejected bottle. I reached down and felt a blob top with the stopper intact and in-place on the blob. In fact, the bottle was in the closed (sealed) position. Apparently, the thing just sank top-down. I tucked it into the belt area of my bcd. (This is the vest you wear to control your buoyancy underwater. It clips around your waist). Then I went looking for more bottles.
After several minutes (and several found bottles), I decided to return to the surface to unload. I pulled myself up along my float line. Just as my head pops out of the water I hear a concussive “KAAHH BOOOOMâ€. It sounded like someone threw a bowling ball in the water right next to me. Or better yet, someone jumped off of the upper deck of their pontoon boat landing in my face. The first thing I thought was that my dive buddy was messing with me. Nope, nowhere around. What about a boat? No again. Maybe I had trapped a large fish up underneath my float just as I was surfacing? That would explain it, but I didn’t see any fish and that had never happened before.
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