[Sperbonzo]

Ok, so the good news about the dive is that the seas were FLAT; the vis was great, about 45'; I saw a small (about 4') reef or black tip shark, (albeit briefly); we were down for 101 minutes; and the water was 73 degrees, so not THAT cold.

The bad news is that all the lobster were too small; ScubaJenny was too light and had to fin around pointing down to try to stay under, as well as trying to pry up a rock to keep her down; my brand new mask, that had fit so well in the shop, was leaking constantly and had to be cleared every two minutes;

and then the piece de resistance....

So we swim out to the second reef, then go north and end up on past the north side of the pier. So now we turn South West from that point and start heading back towards the general direction of Hibiscus. All of the sudden I feel a jerk on the line to my flag float. I look back and realize that my line has been CUT! I swim back up to it (we were only about 9 feet down at that moment), and when I surface I see one of the fishermen at the end of the pier pulling up some kind of cutting hook. They start yelling at me right away.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing this close to the pier you *******?"

So I ask them if they had cut my line, and they answer, "Hell yeah, we cut it. You aren't supposed to be around here you #%$^&*#^!"

At this point I realize that this conversation is going nowhere, so I grab my float, and proceed to start re-tying it to my reel while ignoring the guys yelling at me, and then continue the rest of the dive, heading back to the beach at Hibiscus.

:shakehead