elmer fudd
Contributor
After skimming through the intervention thread below, I thought I might give the details of my own first scuba dive.
To begin with, I wasn't certified. A friend of mine had found an old steel 72, (1966), and an old Sherwood Magnum regulator at a garage sale for $10. He passed it on to me, and since the pressure gauge said it had 500 psi in it, (practically full right?), and I had more testosterone than brains in those days I decided to take it out and dive it.
So, not having a wetsuit, I took it out in a mudflat bay in South Puget Sound on a summer day, waded out into about 4' of water and spent the next 5 or 10 minutes swimming around in chest deep water until I either got too cold or too bored and came back up.
That's it. Nothing happened, except it did whet my appetite to actually learn how to dive. When I think back on it, the thing I wonder most about is the air in the tank. Man, that stuff must have been old! The visual inspection sticker was dated 1973 and I probably did this around 1997 or so.
To begin with, I wasn't certified. A friend of mine had found an old steel 72, (1966), and an old Sherwood Magnum regulator at a garage sale for $10. He passed it on to me, and since the pressure gauge said it had 500 psi in it, (practically full right?), and I had more testosterone than brains in those days I decided to take it out and dive it.
So, not having a wetsuit, I took it out in a mudflat bay in South Puget Sound on a summer day, waded out into about 4' of water and spent the next 5 or 10 minutes swimming around in chest deep water until I either got too cold or too bored and came back up.
That's it. Nothing happened, except it did whet my appetite to actually learn how to dive. When I think back on it, the thing I wonder most about is the air in the tank. Man, that stuff must have been old! The visual inspection sticker was dated 1973 and I probably did this around 1997 or so.