CaptnJack wrote:lamont wrote:
Its also fairly common around here to have OC tech divers taking CO2 hits diving in the lake (and there's no training agency that gives you a bulletproof vest that will help you to avoid it entirely), and of the cases I know of most of the time it seems to be on one of the bombers to only 135-145 or so.
Who/where are you getting these "fairly common" statements from? I have done the Harpoon, Valient, and Bomber maybe 40 or 50 times in aggregate. And for most of those dives there have been between 1 and 3 other buddies on my boat. So I've been there for pushing 175 dives total on these wrecks and I have yet to hear any feedback on CO2 hits.
"Jeesh I was a little narced on that today" sure. Myself and various buddies have said that once or twice. "Damn I was huffing like a freight train and I think I had a CO2 hit" never.
I think opinions about C02 "hits" while diving are.....uh.....plentiful. But, here's a story for ya- I did the bomber from shore with a scooter one time. I had a tank of dil I had mixed for something deep that didn't happen. I don't remember, but I think it was 10/60-ish, for a 300'+ dive, and I thought "what the hell" and used it for the bomber (150' ish, isn't it? it's been a while). Anyway, it was a typical day in the lake, crappy viz, and I must confess that my scooter weighting was way off, too, so I was, uh....not *improving* the viz at all. Somewhere between 130'- 140', I lost my buddies. I could hear them, but I couldn't find them, and I suddenly got *wildly* narced. Breathing 10/60. Using a scooter. In the lake- no current, not working hard (physically. Mentally, my little brain was pretty much maxed). I never got deeper than 140', so my END was, like, 50'. And I was narced out of my gourd. I turned and headed for home, screwed up the compass bearing (Duh. It's Lake WA. Head WEST, you idiot!), and shot a bag when my deco started to rack up. I maybe should have bailed out, but I was sure that my loop was OK, and that the problem was in my head, and I was right. Swirling clouds of silt+ stress make me feel narced, even when I'm probably *not* narced.