Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Spear fishing again today:
I saw, in this order, a barracuda, a turtle, a nurse shark, and a stingray. I didn’t particularly like any of them. They all seemed mean... except maybe the turtle. But that turtle was fast; we had all we could do to keep up. I had to hydrodraft off the rescue swimmer I was fishing with. And I just made up the word, ‘hydrodraft.’
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Is this the guy who would not go swimming in the ocean when he realized living things were in it?
yes it is, (Mom?,) and nothing has changed. I am terrified and can't relax in the order the entire time I'm in it. I don't really know why I do it. I guess because I feel that I have to. It makes for good stories, even at the expense of me getting bitten, eaten, injured, killed, stung, etc... it's worth it (at least that's what I tell myself). And it's all because of the living things. If it were like a giant swimming pool, I'd be fine. For some reason, SCUBA is more relaxing for me. Perhaps, because 1. I know there isn't even a chance of survival like snorkling, and/or 2. if I don't chill the heck out, I'll deplete my air.
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