Hey guys! Long time no posting on this forum, so now from a bed of a hospital here I am writing again a long story!
Well to make it short, in the beginning of May I left the UK and my job to go living in Spain and spend loads of time in the water. Things did not turn out as good as I thought and during these months in south of Spain I had a series of health problems related to diving that kept me in and out the water most of the summer catching good fish here and there.
To get it even worst lately I was diagnosed a air pocket inside my right lung and forbidden to dive maybe forever so basically I ended up without the job and without spearfishing. The worst could ever happens to me (I guess for you it is the same).
Then after more or less two months dry a doctor in Italy gave me the ok to dive at a maximum depth of 10 mt and the option of a possible surgery to fix the problem so here I am now writing from the hospital just after the operation.
Anyway just before coming in the hospital I obviously gave it a go in the shallow in those two weeks between the fabulous news that my spearo career was not over and the, hopefully, resolutive surgery. Of course the sea was literally crap but to be honest between my tremendous wish to dive and my UK background in dark waters I did not mind the murky water and I went although my dive buddy tried to discourage me as much as he could. I WAS UNSTOPPABLE! And moreover, just to convince my fiend to join me I said: the dirtier is the water and the bigger are fish don't you know that? My friend was quite sceptic but of course he joined, when the sea call we gotta go.
So once in the water we soon realized the water was as dirty as a cappuccino with little patches of clearer water. Still my wish of diving was so much stronger and I kept diving and diving. 2 hours later without spotting anything I spotted the end point far out with big waves and loads of foam. I thought: I want to go there! Swam faster, it was almost sunset and I had another 30-45min for diving. Reached the place and with pleasure I realized it was shit full of mullet, water was slightly better and there was a nice little current ideal for a predator to hunt. After a few dives a huge barracuda swam by and boom, I shot it! It was a big fish, probably 6-7 kilos. The fish went away quickly disappearing in the turbid water. The fight took me 3-4 minutes until i finally managed to reach the fish and when I almost grab it I felt no tension to the line and the fish just in front of me bolt and left. No! The line broke and I could only see the shaft falling on the bottom with a dead mullet in it (unfortunate fish which was behind the barracuda). So I felt sorry but kept fishing with high hope. The place was full of mullet and a big fish could come out any moment. Made a provisional notch between shaft and line and back down in those few meters (4-5mt at most). After three of four dives, there it came, it is a big corvina (white sea bass). It was dark and it was passing by already leaving. The shot was a long one but I decided that I was going to give it a go, The gun was the right one, my arbalete IDROTECH, and I was sure it was going to be enough. The shaft left and hit the fish on its side coming out from his face. Guys the corvina went absolutely mental!!!! It started to escape dribbling the sharp rocks at the bottom and to avoid the line to stupidly snap I was diving over and over again to detangle it from the rocks. The fish was fighting hard but I was determined and I wanted to take it home with me. No was I was going to loose this one! Finally in one of these dives I see the fish. It is tired and exhausted so I go for it and finally reach it. My heart is pumping hard and once my hands are in his guilts I can finally rest while it keeps shaking hard in my hands but it is over, and the knife ends its strong reaction. The sun is nearly disappeared at the horizon and it is time to swim back to take some pictures and fix the memory forever! I guess my friend now will probably dive in crappy conditions.
Two days later I went diving in the exact same place, same gun, same time but this time it was the time for a big leer fish (leccia). After that I thought, ok now I can go to the hospital! Now at least 1 month will pass by without chance to get wet but these memories will accompany my dreams and feed my passion until then.
Cheers,
Dario
Well to make it short, in the beginning of May I left the UK and my job to go living in Spain and spend loads of time in the water. Things did not turn out as good as I thought and during these months in south of Spain I had a series of health problems related to diving that kept me in and out the water most of the summer catching good fish here and there.
To get it even worst lately I was diagnosed a air pocket inside my right lung and forbidden to dive maybe forever so basically I ended up without the job and without spearfishing. The worst could ever happens to me (I guess for you it is the same).
Then after more or less two months dry a doctor in Italy gave me the ok to dive at a maximum depth of 10 mt and the option of a possible surgery to fix the problem so here I am now writing from the hospital just after the operation.
Anyway just before coming in the hospital I obviously gave it a go in the shallow in those two weeks between the fabulous news that my spearo career was not over and the, hopefully, resolutive surgery. Of course the sea was literally crap but to be honest between my tremendous wish to dive and my UK background in dark waters I did not mind the murky water and I went although my dive buddy tried to discourage me as much as he could. I WAS UNSTOPPABLE! And moreover, just to convince my fiend to join me I said: the dirtier is the water and the bigger are fish don't you know that? My friend was quite sceptic but of course he joined, when the sea call we gotta go.
So once in the water we soon realized the water was as dirty as a cappuccino with little patches of clearer water. Still my wish of diving was so much stronger and I kept diving and diving. 2 hours later without spotting anything I spotted the end point far out with big waves and loads of foam. I thought: I want to go there! Swam faster, it was almost sunset and I had another 30-45min for diving. Reached the place and with pleasure I realized it was shit full of mullet, water was slightly better and there was a nice little current ideal for a predator to hunt. After a few dives a huge barracuda swam by and boom, I shot it! It was a big fish, probably 6-7 kilos. The fish went away quickly disappearing in the turbid water. The fight took me 3-4 minutes until i finally managed to reach the fish and when I almost grab it I felt no tension to the line and the fish just in front of me bolt and left. No! The line broke and I could only see the shaft falling on the bottom with a dead mullet in it (unfortunate fish which was behind the barracuda). So I felt sorry but kept fishing with high hope. The place was full of mullet and a big fish could come out any moment. Made a provisional notch between shaft and line and back down in those few meters (4-5mt at most). After three of four dives, there it came, it is a big corvina (white sea bass). It was dark and it was passing by already leaving. The shot was a long one but I decided that I was going to give it a go, The gun was the right one, my arbalete IDROTECH, and I was sure it was going to be enough. The shaft left and hit the fish on its side coming out from his face. Guys the corvina went absolutely mental!!!! It started to escape dribbling the sharp rocks at the bottom and to avoid the line to stupidly snap I was diving over and over again to detangle it from the rocks. The fish was fighting hard but I was determined and I wanted to take it home with me. No was I was going to loose this one! Finally in one of these dives I see the fish. It is tired and exhausted so I go for it and finally reach it. My heart is pumping hard and once my hands are in his guilts I can finally rest while it keeps shaking hard in my hands but it is over, and the knife ends its strong reaction. The sun is nearly disappeared at the horizon and it is time to swim back to take some pictures and fix the memory forever! I guess my friend now will probably dive in crappy conditions.
Two days later I went diving in the exact same place, same gun, same time but this time it was the time for a big leer fish (leccia). After that I thought, ok now I can go to the hospital! Now at least 1 month will pass by without chance to get wet but these memories will accompany my dreams and feed my passion until then.
Cheers,
Dario
