09-03-2004, 11:15 AM
So I finally did it, I made it out into the water for the first time since my certification three weeks ago. I don't know if you read Patmygreen's posting of our power steering episode, but, needless to say my last trip didn't go as planned. Any way, after discovering that I consume more air than a laberd women, the third dive of the day turned out to be quite fruitful. It was expected that we could encounter a shark or two at this perticuler site, so Pat was armed with a powerhead equiped folding pole spear. Just as we determined that the site we had chosen didn't produce the structure we were aiming for, I tuned my head and saw about a four foot barracuda, I was so excited that I was finally going to get to shoot something that I didn't quite realize what I was getting my self into until it was to late. I shot it rite through the middle and it, just as expected freaked out and started pulling me around. as I was realing it in trying to figure out what I was going to do when I got to it, Pat decided he didn't want to be in the water any longerso he decided to seal the beasts fate with another shot at point blank range. The probability of a shark encounter trippled due to the massive cloud of blood which spilled from the two holes that were basted into its flesh. We finally made it back to the boat unscathed with a big fish that I had killed. It was cool. It does seem however that the prise you pay for killing such a creature, is cleaning it. Being also only the second fish I had ever cleaned it took about an hour with a dull rusty fillet knife. Any who, that is my story, hope you enjoyed it, I hope to be posting many more murderis adventures. As the temp drops and the flounder emerge i will certainly live up to the name, FlounderPounder. Untill then, have good mosh pitting.