Barnacles wrote:
I didn't set out to do something dumb or daring, but it turned out that way.
This wasn't normal fishing, unless you consider a spear gun to be fishing tackle. Ignoring the buddy system, I went diving alone to do some spear fishing. When I was ready to go back in, I surfaced - and the fog had rolled in. I couldn't tell which way the shore was, it was like trying to look through a bottle of milk! Finally, I pulled down my wetsuit hood to uncover my ears, and swam towards the sound of waves on the rocks. It all ended well but until I thought of listening for the surf, I was concerned that I'd really gotten myself into a situation!
Now I'm too old for that kind of diving. If I dive any more it'll be in warm, clear water from a dive charter boat. I can't believe that I used to carry 80 pounds of gear a quarter of a mile, then try to fight my way into a wetsuit while I was all sweaty, and then fight my way out through the surf. That's for the guys who are still young and dumb and full of .....chum. And yeah, I've gotten seasick while I was diving. Not a good time or place to have to barf!
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had a similar experience. Used to rent a house right on the beach a week each early fall. Well, the wife fall asleep around 9 pm or so it was time to do a little night fishing. Waded out pretty far on a sand bar, ocean was flat as a lake. Incoming tide. Well the fog rolled in and lost my bearings. Any direction I waded it got deeper. Oh s***. What now. Tide coming in. Well finally I heard a boat go by and the wake coming in told me which way to go. Waded through the trough and what a sight that dry sand was. Best beers I ever tasted back at the house!!