nolatom
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The "Have You Ever Ditched your Weights" thread got me thinking of the much more common experience (to me, anyway) of just plain losing your weight belt to Davey Jones and his locker.
I guess I'm on my 4th weight belt, in about 250 dives and almost two decades:
First belt--lost it after a couple of years. I forget exactly, but it came off while I was reboarding a boat for last dive of the day, off Pensacola. No one felt like diving for it, so Sayonara.
Second belt-- This one at least had an interesting story. It was at the end a night dive way offshore on a liveaboard. I towed a panicked diver on the surface (she lost the end of the the ladder trail line in rough seas after removing her fins, and drifted away bicycling hard, finless, and wide-eyed, but still reg-breathing). I was close so I came alongside to tow her--didn't really know how to tow so I guessed at it and came alongside her and hooked arms. Which must somehow have opened up the clasp on my belt, and zoom! Gone. I watched it go, since I couldn't let go of her. It probably wasn't that long a tow, but it sure felt like it against the seas and current. I have never breathed that hard through a regulator, before or since. But got her to the line, and the boat crew pulled her up the ladder. I was completely out of breath and almost out of air as it turned out when I finally sat down, exhausted. But she told me (after she had stopped crying, she really had panicked), that I saved her life. I doubt that, since she was buoyant and had air, but it was nice to hear.
Looked for my belt the next morning, couldn't find it. Found another belt, though-- but it turned out to be hers, she may have lost it when I lost mine. Maybe we hooked clasps open while briefly turned toward each other. C'est la vie.
Just after that (back in around 2002), I took Rescue and learned how to do a surface tow more gracefully. And didn't lose another belt for a long time, 'til...
Third belt!!. This was just in the last year or two, I kept having to tighten it. Why? Didn't realize the clasp had become worn-down and the fabric (only fifteen or so years old, dammit!) was slipping, or it just wouldn't stay fully closed. But it was. Bye-bye.
Your stories?? ;-)
I guess I'm on my 4th weight belt, in about 250 dives and almost two decades:
First belt--lost it after a couple of years. I forget exactly, but it came off while I was reboarding a boat for last dive of the day, off Pensacola. No one felt like diving for it, so Sayonara.
Second belt-- This one at least had an interesting story. It was at the end a night dive way offshore on a liveaboard. I towed a panicked diver on the surface (she lost the end of the the ladder trail line in rough seas after removing her fins, and drifted away bicycling hard, finless, and wide-eyed, but still reg-breathing). I was close so I came alongside to tow her--didn't really know how to tow so I guessed at it and came alongside her and hooked arms. Which must somehow have opened up the clasp on my belt, and zoom! Gone. I watched it go, since I couldn't let go of her. It probably wasn't that long a tow, but it sure felt like it against the seas and current. I have never breathed that hard through a regulator, before or since. But got her to the line, and the boat crew pulled her up the ladder. I was completely out of breath and almost out of air as it turned out when I finally sat down, exhausted. But she told me (after she had stopped crying, she really had panicked), that I saved her life. I doubt that, since she was buoyant and had air, but it was nice to hear.
Looked for my belt the next morning, couldn't find it. Found another belt, though-- but it turned out to be hers, she may have lost it when I lost mine. Maybe we hooked clasps open while briefly turned toward each other. C'est la vie.
Just after that (back in around 2002), I took Rescue and learned how to do a surface tow more gracefully. And didn't lose another belt for a long time, 'til...
Third belt!!. This was just in the last year or two, I kept having to tighten it. Why? Didn't realize the clasp had become worn-down and the fabric (only fifteen or so years old, dammit!) was slipping, or it just wouldn't stay fully closed. But it was. Bye-bye.
Your stories?? ;-)
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