spenzilla
10-01-2009, 08:17 PM
The story is pretty scary. My buddy Mike Jutt (he's a city and county lifeguard) and I decided that the conditions would be pretty good to go out and look for Ono in about 80 to 140ft of water. When we got out to the right depth, swam all over our points for a while chumming and running our teasers for close to 3 hours.
After a while we only saw some needle fish, so we decided to go in a little bit and try to shoot some fish in about 75 to 85 feet of water. We came up on to this part of reef that had a bunch of concrete pilings and slabs stacked up to make caves down on the bottom.
I made the first dive and shot a pretty nice Uhu. Just my luck, the thing gets tangled at about 78 feet or so. After i start to come up for air i notice a huge shadow come flying out from one of these caves and take a good look at the fish thats on my spear...
Turns out, its an ulua that comes darting out of the cave all black with chrome stripes running down his body. In March of 08, Mike got a 82 pounder up on our side, mike put the first shot in the 82 pounder and i killed it for him. So this time it was my turn.
After finally getting the uhu off the reef by diving and un tangling my line, i was kinda tired, but my body was feeling pretty good. So mike was swimming above the cave where we saw the fish, and i grabbed him. He gave me the green light.
As a standard safety percaution we always watch eachother dive just in case anything goes wrong. I dove down on the cave and landed softly about 10 feet away from it. The fish was giving me a perfect broadside shot in the cave so i amed right at the brain and shot. I heard and saw my spear hit the fish's face and I saw it swim out of the cave slowly. So I swam into the cave looking around for the fish and much to my suprise, it turned right around with my spear through him and tried to come back into the hole.
Right as i got to the bottom Mike was diving down for the back up shot just to make sure everything is alright (we always do that for eachother just because fish that big can really be unpredictable), at the same time the fish is trying to come back to the cave, it scares the crap out of me because i think he's gonna come into the cave and go nutz with a very sharp spear sticking out of it and i'm done. So i see his face about 2 feet away from me and i just pushed his head away from me. It swam out of the cave and then i swam out. Pretty spent on my breath of air, i started coming up to the surface. I heard Mikes gun go off, low and behold he stoned the ulua dead on the bottom. I look at the fish, let go of my gun and look up at the surface and thats all i remember...
Mike says that when he got up to the surface to yell and celebrate he saw i wasn't there. He looked and saw me sinking back down the the bottom because of the lack of o2 in my system i had a blackout in the last 15 feet from the surface. With both of our spears in the fish and luckily no current in the water he was able to ditch his gear, grab me, bring me up to the surface and shake me. He said the shakes didn't work and my eyes were rolled back into my head, my skin was grey in my face and my lips were purple. My weightbelt was dragging me down so he cracked it off. So after that he gave me 2 rescue breaths and after the second one i started coughing and gasping for air.
Not knowing what happend (cuz i was close to dead for a half minute) i woke up on the surface with my mask off and a little disoriented; cleared my airway, put my mask on, swam up to him gave him some knuckles and said lets go get that f**ker. He then told me what just happend, sure enough i'm feeling for my belt and it's not there, a little embarrased, i then swam over to him and gave him a huge hug for saving my life. We then pulled the fish off the reef and got the f*ck out of there. With everything except my weightbelt!!!
After seeing my other friend die at swim practice in 03, i have been reflecting a lot lately on trying to do the right things. I am really thankfull that mike was there and i can't emphasize enough how important it is to dive with someone in case things go terribly wrong.
The physiological term for what i experienced is called a "shallow water black-out". I'm just very lucky that mike knew what to do and we got out of there alive. I couldn't imagine putting anyone threw having to make a phone call and telling everyone close to me that i'm no longer here. I am going to keep diving because that is what i love to do, but i am NEVER GOING TO DIVE ALONE!
If one were to dive alone (I don't recommend this), it is very important that you use some sort of watch so you can time yourself and then give your system enough recovery time. One of the main reasons why this happend to me was because my dive watch needs a new battery and wasn't functioning for this trip. You better beleive that i am going to wear it from now on every time i dive.
-Spencer Haskins
After a while we only saw some needle fish, so we decided to go in a little bit and try to shoot some fish in about 75 to 85 feet of water. We came up on to this part of reef that had a bunch of concrete pilings and slabs stacked up to make caves down on the bottom.
I made the first dive and shot a pretty nice Uhu. Just my luck, the thing gets tangled at about 78 feet or so. After i start to come up for air i notice a huge shadow come flying out from one of these caves and take a good look at the fish thats on my spear...
Turns out, its an ulua that comes darting out of the cave all black with chrome stripes running down his body. In March of 08, Mike got a 82 pounder up on our side, mike put the first shot in the 82 pounder and i killed it for him. So this time it was my turn.
After finally getting the uhu off the reef by diving and un tangling my line, i was kinda tired, but my body was feeling pretty good. So mike was swimming above the cave where we saw the fish, and i grabbed him. He gave me the green light.
As a standard safety percaution we always watch eachother dive just in case anything goes wrong. I dove down on the cave and landed softly about 10 feet away from it. The fish was giving me a perfect broadside shot in the cave so i amed right at the brain and shot. I heard and saw my spear hit the fish's face and I saw it swim out of the cave slowly. So I swam into the cave looking around for the fish and much to my suprise, it turned right around with my spear through him and tried to come back into the hole.
Right as i got to the bottom Mike was diving down for the back up shot just to make sure everything is alright (we always do that for eachother just because fish that big can really be unpredictable), at the same time the fish is trying to come back to the cave, it scares the crap out of me because i think he's gonna come into the cave and go nutz with a very sharp spear sticking out of it and i'm done. So i see his face about 2 feet away from me and i just pushed his head away from me. It swam out of the cave and then i swam out. Pretty spent on my breath of air, i started coming up to the surface. I heard Mikes gun go off, low and behold he stoned the ulua dead on the bottom. I look at the fish, let go of my gun and look up at the surface and thats all i remember...
Mike says that when he got up to the surface to yell and celebrate he saw i wasn't there. He looked and saw me sinking back down the the bottom because of the lack of o2 in my system i had a blackout in the last 15 feet from the surface. With both of our spears in the fish and luckily no current in the water he was able to ditch his gear, grab me, bring me up to the surface and shake me. He said the shakes didn't work and my eyes were rolled back into my head, my skin was grey in my face and my lips were purple. My weightbelt was dragging me down so he cracked it off. So after that he gave me 2 rescue breaths and after the second one i started coughing and gasping for air.
Not knowing what happend (cuz i was close to dead for a half minute) i woke up on the surface with my mask off and a little disoriented; cleared my airway, put my mask on, swam up to him gave him some knuckles and said lets go get that f**ker. He then told me what just happend, sure enough i'm feeling for my belt and it's not there, a little embarrased, i then swam over to him and gave him a huge hug for saving my life. We then pulled the fish off the reef and got the f*ck out of there. With everything except my weightbelt!!!
After seeing my other friend die at swim practice in 03, i have been reflecting a lot lately on trying to do the right things. I am really thankfull that mike was there and i can't emphasize enough how important it is to dive with someone in case things go terribly wrong.
The physiological term for what i experienced is called a "shallow water black-out". I'm just very lucky that mike knew what to do and we got out of there alive. I couldn't imagine putting anyone threw having to make a phone call and telling everyone close to me that i'm no longer here. I am going to keep diving because that is what i love to do, but i am NEVER GOING TO DIVE ALONE!
If one were to dive alone (I don't recommend this), it is very important that you use some sort of watch so you can time yourself and then give your system enough recovery time. One of the main reasons why this happend to me was because my dive watch needs a new battery and wasn't functioning for this trip. You better beleive that i am going to wear it from now on every time i dive.
-Spencer Haskins