Now I know we all love pizza . . .

This post is at least remotely related to pizza- perhaps the importance of pizza in binding divers together?


Gun maker Daryl came up from Hawaii this weekend. He dove with someone in San Diego and shot a 51 pound white sea bass with his GR Plus, then drove up to my house last night for a pizza party. I had Alex Ray, Joel Olenik, and Dam Nguyen over to meet him, along with wives of Alex and Joel. Joel's wife had to leave early to put the baby to bed, but then she found that her baby monitor works in our dining room, so she came back.

Daryl brought a GR Plus for Joel, but in the rush of making eight pizzas from scratch I didn't manage to get a photo. Take my word- its beautiful.

Daryl got the full treatment in San Diego. His fish took most of his reel line and tied up in the kelp on the bottom at 56 feet. It was murky down there, and when he found the fish, he couldn't understand why its was thrashing in such a strange way. Turned out that a 7-gill shark had it by the belly and was shaking it. He said he stabbed it 5 times with is knife, and it finally left when he hit it in the eye.

We were supposed to dive today and tomorrow, but he woke up with a very bad chest cold and we had to cancel today at least. I hope it wasn't something in the pizza. I'm hoping for a miraculous recovery by tomorrow.

Pizza is a tough menu for a large group and the cook doesn't get to sit down much, but I was close enough to the table to hear most of the stories/lies, and it was a lot of fun.

It turns out that my wife got a photo of Joel and Daryl with his new gun.