Letrappes
07-28-2004, 03:47 PM
Me and PatMyGreen went out friday morning to do some spearing. We headed out of the pass around 10 miles to some rock bottom about 90 feet deep. The vis was around 60 at the top going to about 20 at 70 fsw. We immediately started seeing red snapper, trigger's and red grouper. I got down to shooting some snapper while pat went looking for lobster.
After spearing my third snapper, I saw a large shape to my right in the distance. A bull shark about 6-7 feet long is cruising up on me and comes close enough to touch on his first pass. I string that snapper and start heading back over to tell pat what's up. The bull does another run by me and then I see the second one behind him. This is starting to make me a little nervous at this point.
I get over to pat and try to explain what's going on with rapid hand gesture's of really big fish and motions towards the spear of putting the powerhead on. I wanted his as I'd forgotten mine on the boat. I put the powerhead on and told him I'm going up. He just shrugs and sticks his head back down a crack in the rock. I see the bull's cruising by again and get his attention that he needs to go up too. He hadn't seen them yet.
I start going up and am rapidly joined by patrick. As we ascend the bull's come up with us. One of them takes a run towards me and pat runs it off. The second one comes on and pat sticks a spear in its tail. Both bull's take off quickly. I am suddenly hating having speared anything.
We are left alone to ascend to around 30 feet when both bull's show back up swimming fast, arched and ready to strike. Pat lunges at one and I point the powerhead at the other. Mine turns towards patrick and I let the spear fly. It hits him directly behind his eye and completly fails to go off. I about shit myself. As I watch my brand new spear and patrick's new powerhead descend into the depth I am confronted with the fact that this wasn't going like I'd thought it would.
Fortunately, the bull's both hauled out of there and we were left by ourselve's to get to the surface. At the top, we saw the boat was about 50 yards away and that was about the longes swim I've ever done. We get to the boat with no further harrassment and had the adrenaline rush last for about an hour longer.
I must admit that the second dive that day I had no intention of spearing anything and saw sharks everywhere I looked in the distance.
We brought back 3 red snapper, 1 red grouper, 1 trigger and 1 lobster.
After spearing my third snapper, I saw a large shape to my right in the distance. A bull shark about 6-7 feet long is cruising up on me and comes close enough to touch on his first pass. I string that snapper and start heading back over to tell pat what's up. The bull does another run by me and then I see the second one behind him. This is starting to make me a little nervous at this point.
I get over to pat and try to explain what's going on with rapid hand gesture's of really big fish and motions towards the spear of putting the powerhead on. I wanted his as I'd forgotten mine on the boat. I put the powerhead on and told him I'm going up. He just shrugs and sticks his head back down a crack in the rock. I see the bull's cruising by again and get his attention that he needs to go up too. He hadn't seen them yet.
I start going up and am rapidly joined by patrick. As we ascend the bull's come up with us. One of them takes a run towards me and pat runs it off. The second one comes on and pat sticks a spear in its tail. Both bull's take off quickly. I am suddenly hating having speared anything.
We are left alone to ascend to around 30 feet when both bull's show back up swimming fast, arched and ready to strike. Pat lunges at one and I point the powerhead at the other. Mine turns towards patrick and I let the spear fly. It hits him directly behind his eye and completly fails to go off. I about shit myself. As I watch my brand new spear and patrick's new powerhead descend into the depth I am confronted with the fact that this wasn't going like I'd thought it would.
Fortunately, the bull's both hauled out of there and we were left by ourselve's to get to the surface. At the top, we saw the boat was about 50 yards away and that was about the longes swim I've ever done. We get to the boat with no further harrassment and had the adrenaline rush last for about an hour longer.
I must admit that the second dive that day I had no intention of spearing anything and saw sharks everywhere I looked in the distance.
We brought back 3 red snapper, 1 red grouper, 1 trigger and 1 lobster.