I like to get in about a dozen salt water dives a year. We get out the tide tables and schedule dives at the jetties of Destin and Panama City several times a year.
Saturday, I dove the Destin jetties with Kim and Ron Bear. The first dive was nice, if uneventful. We made three revolutions of the "whirlpool," a circular drift dive that brings you back to where you started.
Kim and Ron had to change tanks, but I left my system on the beach while we went back to the cars. They considered foregoing a second dive, as Kim had a minor tooth squeeze and Ron was really hungry, but I had over 2000psi left in my 95, and I talked them into another go at it.
After tying the flag off at 22', we headed down the slope. Two 30" remoras passed right by me. My first thought was, "Can there be an uglier fish in the ocean than a remora?", but my next thought was, "Two remoras - there must be something BIG around." I looked up and saw a HUGE manta ray right above me. I wanted to swim up for a closer look, but Ron was in front of me and had missed it. But if I wasted time getting his attention, I might miss the opportunity of an up-close look at my first manta. Still, friendship prevailed. I grabbed his fin, and he gave me the look of, "What do you want, you jack... - hey, look at that!"
I needn't have worried. The manta made a pass right by my face, then turned around and made another. Then another. All told, he hung around us for twenty-eight minutes. We were able to touch him each time, both top and bottom side. Kim later said he felt like sandpaper. Maybe - his top side felt like 3M Wet-or-Dry 600, but his bottom side felt like suede. And I got several CLOSE looks inside his mouth.
He had four 30" remoras fighting for position, and two around 18", and two around 12". It was definitely the coolest open-water dive I've made in the last five years.
After he finally left, we went a little deeper. Kim came across a sting ray, and went to pet it. She fingerspelled to Ron, "He's sick." Ron went over to him, and as he went to rub it, the ray's tail suddenly went up, and his barb sunk into Ron's forearm, just below his elbow. I always thought that was a myth! But it was buried deep into Ron's flesh. We tried everything, including my trusty Scubapro titanium knife, but it was like cutting through bone. After about ten minutes, Ron finally worked it loose, and it was as if the ray released his barb from his tail.
Long story short, we spent about three hours at the Emergency Room. As we were walking to the car, Ron said, "As much as it hurts, if I could turn back time, I would still make the dive. The manta ray was THAT cool."
Russell


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