IB Boyd took a stroll up from the sunny climes of Southern California to do the obligatory visit with the inlaws :head and wisely inserted a little time for self nuturing by heading over to the water with yours truly. :wave
Replete in his new Picasso courtesy of the Scubastore and gloves and boots that I'd have left back in the shower, the guy represented his Southern brethren mightily. No where was there heard the usual exclamation when I bring someone out to the divesite... "You gotta be f#^*king kidding me!!?" The guy was all about the being good.
Once in the water he displayed some very impressive bottom times and wasted zero time in not only getting his limit of abalone in the tepid 53F, 10' swell and 3' viz green, but possibly indoctrinating his new suit with some internally processed French Roast. :naughty
He're the lad with his catch, nothing huge, but then too there were more guys on the cliffs saying "No way!" than in the water. Come to think of it, it was just us. Smooth.
Anybody gets a chance to jump with the Boydster, do it. Massive good guy points. :king
Replete in his new Picasso courtesy of the Scubastore and gloves and boots that I'd have left back in the shower, the guy represented his Southern brethren mightily. No where was there heard the usual exclamation when I bring someone out to the divesite... "You gotta be f#^*king kidding me!!?" The guy was all about the being good.
Once in the water he displayed some very impressive bottom times and wasted zero time in not only getting his limit of abalone in the tepid 53F, 10' swell and 3' viz green, but possibly indoctrinating his new suit with some internally processed French Roast. :naughty
He're the lad with his catch, nothing huge, but then too there were more guys on the cliffs saying "No way!" than in the water. Come to think of it, it was just us. Smooth.
Anybody gets a chance to jump with the Boydster, do it. Massive good guy points. :king
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