Finding myself at 110 ft on a cold water wreck (39F below thermocline) that goes down to 155 ft, with an instabuddy on an aluminum 80, wetsuit. Me, twin 100s with drysuit. Instabuddy has a camera. It had taken him about 5 minutes to get down to 70 ft depth, clearing issues, stressed. I ask what his gas pressure is, he blows me off. I snag a look at his SPG, he's at 1000 PSI and intends to go to the stern in 155 to take a photo. I grab his fin as he heads off, pull him back, point at his SPG and thumb the dive. When we surfaced he had 300PSI and the really idiotic part was he was pi$$ed that I stopped him from his trophy photo of the stern. No awareness. He sulked all the way to the next wreck.
The other idiotic part was that he intended to do that dive to the stern again.
The other idiotic part was that he intended to do that dive to the stern again.