Written by my wonderful girlfriend Ashley.
Kevin and John managed to fit in some target practice inbetween job and class time. We headed down to Remley's for about an hour or so, so that they could hunt around the landing's docks and pilings. John was first in the water with 10,000 layers of neoprene in hopes to keep him warm (it helped, but the little bit of flesh exposed was freezing). He dropped down a couple of times, but saw nothing. The viz was good until you reached the bottom, NASTY NASTY! After 10 min. or so of being in the water, Kevin finally shows up...running down the dock like an excited 3 year old at Christmas. In given the report by John, Kevin's hopes were down at bit... but was still eager to jump in the water with high spirits of "maybe this could be the day!?!". They both dropped down on each piling, resurfacing with no luck. John, impatient with the lack of aquatic life around the docks, decided to swim to the "break wall". He quietly loaded his gun, tucked, then dropped in on a unsuspecting sheepshead. The fish didn't stand a chance and wound up with a spear right in the gills. The dive must have been satisfying because that was the last for John today. Kevin on the other hand, was still in search for the catch of the day. Unfortunately, the cards were stacked against him today because the only thing he landed was a barnacle covered bb gun. Oh well, at least he found something interesting.
The boys climbed out of the water, red faced, freezing, and still in high spirits. I took a couple of pictures of the fish, said our goodbyes to Kevin, and started to leave the landing. We passed a cop who then stopped to talk to Kevin while he was getting out of his wetsuit. John pulled the truck around to see what the buzz was about. Apparently, someone called and complained that there was a speargun laying on the dock. The cop seemed annoyed at the call, but reassured us that things were okay and that she had to at least come down to the landing and ask some questions. She was courteous, unlike most cops when questioning freedivers. We said our goodbye's once more and headed home.
Another day, another shoot!
Kevin and John managed to fit in some target practice inbetween job and class time. We headed down to Remley's for about an hour or so, so that they could hunt around the landing's docks and pilings. John was first in the water with 10,000 layers of neoprene in hopes to keep him warm (it helped, but the little bit of flesh exposed was freezing). He dropped down a couple of times, but saw nothing. The viz was good until you reached the bottom, NASTY NASTY! After 10 min. or so of being in the water, Kevin finally shows up...running down the dock like an excited 3 year old at Christmas. In given the report by John, Kevin's hopes were down at bit... but was still eager to jump in the water with high spirits of "maybe this could be the day!?!". They both dropped down on each piling, resurfacing with no luck. John, impatient with the lack of aquatic life around the docks, decided to swim to the "break wall". He quietly loaded his gun, tucked, then dropped in on a unsuspecting sheepshead. The fish didn't stand a chance and wound up with a spear right in the gills. The dive must have been satisfying because that was the last for John today. Kevin on the other hand, was still in search for the catch of the day. Unfortunately, the cards were stacked against him today because the only thing he landed was a barnacle covered bb gun. Oh well, at least he found something interesting.
The boys climbed out of the water, red faced, freezing, and still in high spirits. I took a couple of pictures of the fish, said our goodbyes to Kevin, and started to leave the landing. We passed a cop who then stopped to talk to Kevin while he was getting out of his wetsuit. John pulled the truck around to see what the buzz was about. Apparently, someone called and complained that there was a speargun laying on the dock. The cop seemed annoyed at the call, but reassured us that things were okay and that she had to at least come down to the landing and ask some questions. She was courteous, unlike most cops when questioning freedivers. We said our goodbye's once more and headed home.
Another day, another shoot!