I think the most thoroughly entangled I've been was scootering in kelp, and zigging when I should have zagged. It took me the better part of five full minutes to extricate myself. My buddy was long gone (high speed scootering in kelp is a recipe for buddy separation, I have learned), and when I was free and surfaced, he was floating and watching for me about 20 feet away. I had plenty of gas and wasn't really worried at all through the whole thing -- just annoyed with myself.
In the process of drills and practices, I have ended up with ridiculous amounts of line in the water around me (an entire reel's worth in Catfish sink, when Peter had the smart idea that we could sort out a bird's nest underwater) but I haven't really gotten wound up in it. We DID get wound up in line doing a lights out exit in our wreck class, though.
The funniest entanglement I've seen was when HBDiveGirl checked her SPG and clipped it back to the D-ring, trapping a kelp stalk. She kept TRYING to swim forward, and would look around and not see what she was clipped to . . . while I tried desperately not to flood my mask laughing.
In the process of drills and practices, I have ended up with ridiculous amounts of line in the water around me (an entire reel's worth in Catfish sink, when Peter had the smart idea that we could sort out a bird's nest underwater) but I haven't really gotten wound up in it. We DID get wound up in line doing a lights out exit in our wreck class, though.
The funniest entanglement I've seen was when HBDiveGirl checked her SPG and clipped it back to the D-ring, trapping a kelp stalk. She kept TRYING to swim forward, and would look around and not see what she was clipped to . . . while I tried desperately not to flood my mask laughing.