Dive knives

[SADS 669]

So BVI was airborne and you were infantry? I'm with you SADS, there is no good reason to jump out of an airplane unless its on fire.

Boat,

He's grumpy because I was a Physical training instructor and he was a snake eater with jump wings we used to chase them all over creation making them really sweaty and tired out"... Ha ha

 

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[Boatlode]

Boat,

He's grumpy because I was a Physical training instructor and he was a snake eater with jump wings we used to chase them all over creation making them really sweaty and tired out"... Ha ha

Don't all the "snake eaters" (I assume you mean Special Forces) have wings? Here you have to go through airborne and then Ranger training before you get to eat any snakes.

 

[SADS 669]

Don't all the "snake eaters" (I assume you mean Special Forces) have wings? Here you have to go through airborne and then Ranger training before you get to eat any snakes.

Over in the UK it really is all very civilized they give you a really heavy pack a map a rifle and they ask you really nicely to carry your lazy self over a really steep mountain to a pub car park the other side (about 30 miles away) and the trucks that carry the people who can do it " in the time allowed" leave EXACTLY to the second on " the time" and there is a truck that waits in the car park for those who can't and they are chauffeured to the train station and back to their parent units.

I note you mentioned Airborne and Rangers but our cooks and clerks are trained to their standards so there is no need for an extra step ha ha. The fun bit is the escape and evasion getting chased all over by soldiers that really really wanna catch you.

 

[BVI Hunter]

Don't all the "snake eaters" (I assume you mean Special Forces) have wings? Here you have to go through airborne and then Ranger training before you get to eat any snakes.

Tastes like chicken.......

 

[Boatlode]

Over in the UK it really is all very civilized they give you a really heavy pack a map a rifle and they ask you really nicely to carry your lazy self over a really steep mountain to a pub car park the other side (about 30 miles away) and the trucks that carry the people who can do it " in the time allowed" leave EXACTLY to the second on " the time" and there is a truck that waits in the car park for those who can't and they are chauffeured to the train station and back to their parent units.

I note you mentioned Airborne and Rangers but our cooks and clerks are trained to their standards so there is no need for an extra step ha ha. The fun bit is the escape and evasion getting chased all over by soldiers that really really wanna catch you.

LOL - what color berets do your cooks and clerks wear?

 

[BVI Hunter]

LOL - what color berets do your cooks and clerks wear?

White

 

[SADS 669]

LOL - what color berets do your cooks and clerks wear?

The cooks certainly kill and injure more than any other soldiers and the clerks for many reasons make "lives miserable" for most.

Shame we can't use those skills against the enemy........I know, let's issue Green River knives to them, yeh.

 

[dennco2000]

When Im diving I carry a machete and 2 hand grenades. One has scotch in it though.

 

[SADS 669]

When Im diving I carry a machete and 2 hand grenades. One has scotch in it though.

Liar, I have seen you diving, you forgot the Rambo bandolier over your shoulder......

Talking of hand grenades...........

There I was once again teaching soldiers to dive using whatever wrecks we could safely get them on. One of the students on this trip was a Military Police Special Investigator named Mark Hamilton; a good bloke but absolutely bonkers where his sense of humour was concerned

Anyway, off we go with the story......The wreck we were diving on was the Persier, an ammunition carrier during the war, or so we used to tell the students, sounded about right though. So up comes Mark and makes a big deal about clambering over the side of the boat ( I would normally say Gunwhale, Gun Whale, Gunnel or whatever the nautical types call it but as I can never get the spelling right I use writers licence and have listed them all.)

So back to Hamilton, as he "arrives" in the boat he drops a hand grenade on the deck and the pin goes flying from it. Now Kevin the other instructor and Kevin, me that is, (the other Kevin) knew he was going to do this so we shout as loud as we can "Grenade! ... 4 seconds". The speed with which every student except us, Mark and the Captain threw themselves into the "not too warm" English channel was very gratifying indeed, well if your sense of humour is a bit twisted that is.

When everyone got back aboard it was explained to them that the offending grenade had been recently seized by Mark as evidence and he took the primer out of it and thought it a good joke to pull on the dive boat. Quick as a flash one of the other students grabbed Mark, The Grenade and demanded of the Captain that he should take us to Cuba or the Policeman "gets it" I was going to tell you the less than charitable term he actually used. However, I used to be an MP and because I was born in wedlock the term cannot be true.........

We were able to add another great story to the many experiences during those happy days teaching soldiers to dive when a sense of humour could get you in big trouble..... and of course maybe even get you a trip to Cuba.

 

[Boatlode]

Liar, I have seen you diving, you forgot the Rambo bandolier over your shoulder......

Talking of hand grenades...........

There I was once again teaching soldiers to dive using whatever wrecks we could safely get them on. One of the students on this trip was a Military Police Special Investigator named Mark Hamilton; a good bloke but absolutely bonkers where his sense of humour was concerned

Anyway, off we go with the story......The wreck we were diving on was the Persier, an ammunition carrier during the war, or so we used to tell the students, sounded about right though. So up comes Mark and makes a big deal about clambering over the side of the boat ( I would normally say Gunwhale, Gun Whale, Gunnel or whatever the nautical types call it but as I can never get the spelling right I use writers licence and have listed them all.)

So back to Hamilton, as he "arrives" in the boat he drops a hand grenade on the deck and the pin goes flying from it. Now Kevin the other instructor and Kevin, me that is, (the other Kevin) knew he was going to do this so we shout as loud as we can "Grenade! ... 4 seconds". The speed with which every student except us, Mark and the Captain threw themselves into the "not too warm" English channel was very gratifying indeed, well if your sense of humour is a bit twisted that is.

When everyone got back aboard it was explained to them that the offending grenade had been recently seized by Mark as evidence and he took the primer out of it and thought it a good joke to pull on the dive boat. Quick as a flash one of the other students grabbed Mark, The Grenade and demanded of the Captain that he should take us to Cuba or the Policeman "gets it" I was going to tell you the less than charitable term he actually used. However, I used to be an MP and because I was born in wedlock the term cannot be true.........

We were able to add another great story to the many experiences during those happy days teaching soldiers to dive when a sense of humour could get you in big trouble..... and of course maybe even get you a trip to Cuba.

LOL - great story. I carry a deactivated grenade in the rod locker on my boat. I always guarantee my clients that we will catch fish, even if I have to resort to "desperate measures". Sometimes back at the ramp after a trip a client will ask me what would have been the "desperate measures" if we had failed to catch fish, and I show them the grenade.

 

[SADS 669]

Boat,

I would love to see the coast guards face if you get boarded and forget it was there, I can hear the handcuffs jingling as I speak ha ha

 

[Boatlode]

Boat,

I would love to see the coast guards face if you get boarded and forget it was there, I can hear the handcuffs jingling as I speak ha ha

You know SADS, I never thought of that. And the FWC conducts random safety inspections from time to time, at the ramp and on the water. I have known most of the officers for years, and they never bother checking me. But I hope some greenhorn doesn't decide to look in my rod locker LOL.

 

[BVI Hunter]

Spyderco - Atlantic Salt - this knife will not rust! Sharp as hell too!

Arrived today! very pleased. Will go on my BCD.
Just need a Green River knife now to hold between my teeth!

Thanks for the tip Whitt!


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[SADS 669]

Arrived today! very pleased. Will go on my BCD. Just need a Green River knife now to hold between my teeth! Thanks for the tip Whitt! <img src="http://www.treasurenet.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=1041285"/>

BVI, HERES A KNIFE STORY FOR YOU..........

There I was bombing ( English for going fast for any West Atlantic readers) past the Pilgrims steps in Plymouth not a care in the world trying to see how fast I could make the rubber boat go. The little rubber duck had a wooden floor that took two lifetimes to fit and the teeny weeniest engine you could imagine, a 40 hp Army green "thrashed to death" Johnson.

Anyway, back to the story, because I felt guilty about not paying the proper respects to the steps that so many immigrants to the States used all those years ago I decided to go back and walk up them and then back down to the boat just to say "I had". Great idea in principle but not so smart for the "rushed" dive instructor. I tied the boat up and shot up the steps and back down again only to see the boat drifting off towards the open sea, so in true fashion I jumped in and chased it. This would have been ok if I had thought, decided or even went ahead and put my dry suit on first, but no I was fully clothed in my regular " before the dive" gear. When I eventually caught the boat and got in, I was not a very happy or warm Individual to say the least.

However, after arriving at the dive centre ( we used to keep the boat at the accommodation barracks.) and a couple of cups of tea I was warm and dry again and off we went to the James Egan Lane. This wreck is a Liberty ship that was struck by torpedoes and even though it was sinking and the crew abandoned it, the old girl refused to sink and motored around a bit wrecking the lifeboats which were full of crew as it did so. It was towed to shore in an effort to salvage it but this is where it did eventually sink and is now a great wreck dive in 22 meters. "Down we go" ( sounds like a submarine movie........) sorry back to the story,

I had a great dive, mainly because I always do, and of course there are no bad ones. On my return to the wubber boat I had the brain wave at the anchor line to use my knife to reset the little wire thingy on my depth gauge that shows how deep you have been. Now, for a clever, calm, sort of normal person this would be easy, set the gauge, put the knife away. Oh no, not me, I promptly decided that it would be a great idea to slip while doing it and put the tip of my knife through my dry suit and into my leg.

For anyone who has done something similar you will know that at 20 ft depth blood looks green, which is cool. unless of course it's your blood. Also I hasten to add my right side is now icy cold ( for the second time today) because "idiot boy" is now wearing a dry suit with a hole in it. I ask you, would you dive with me? I do however break off the tips of every single, solitary, stinking, stupid one of my dive knives now. I shake my head every time it reminds me how dumb I WAS, note the emphasis on was, yeah right.

 

[Boatlode]

For anyone who has done something similar you will know that at 20 ft depth blood looks green, which is cool. unless of course it's your blood.

I can attest to this because I too have seen my own blood 20 feet deep. Many years ago I stepped on a sea urchin barefooted in Bonaire while wading out to the dive boat. Didn't even notice the problem until I got on the boat and was putting on my dive booties (which should have already been on, and then the rest of this story would never have happened). When I saw the black dots under the skin on my right heel I knew they had to come out. So instead of going ashore and missing the dive, I opted for surgery on the boat by the divemaster on the way to the dive site. He removed seven spines from my foot (yes, I still remember the exact number, it hurt that bad) using needle point tweezers and meat tenderizer. The heel of my foot looked like hamburger meat when he got done, and there was a considerable puddle of blood on the deck. I geared up and made the dive. While on the bottom, I noticed a greenish colored liquid leeching out of the top of my boot. It left a trail as I finned along. I knew what it was, but I wanted to finish the dive and hoped there weren't any sharks around. Anyway, when I got back on the boat after the dive my boot was filled with blood.

 

[BVI Hunter]

BVI, HERES A KNIFE STORY FOR YOU..........

There I was bombing ( English for going fast for any West Atlantic readers) past the Pilgrims steps in Plymouth not a care in the world trying to see how fast I could make the rubber boat go. The little rubber duck had a wooden floor that took two lifetimes to fit and the teeny weeniest engine you could imagine, a 40 hp Army green "thrashed to death" Johnson.

Anyway, back to the story, because I felt guilty about not paying the proper respects to the steps that so many immigrants to the States used all those years ago I decided to go back and walk up them and then back down to the boat just to say "I had". Great idea in principle but not so smart for the "rushed" dive instructor. I tied the boat up and shot up the steps and back down again only to see the boat drifting off towards the open sea, so in true fashion I jumped in and chased it. This would have been ok if I had thought, decided or even went ahead and put my dry suit on first, but no I was fully clothed in my regular " before the dive" gear. When I eventually caught the boat and got in, I was not a very happy or warm Individual to say the least.

However, after arriving at the dive centre ( we used to keep the boat at the accommodation barracks.) and a couple of cups of tea I was warm and dry again and off we went to the James Egan Lane. This wreck is a Liberty ship that was struck by torpedoes and even though it was sinking and the crew abandoned it, the old girl refused to sink and motored around a bit wrecking the lifeboats which were full of crew as it did so. It was towed to shore in an effort to salvage it but this is where it did eventually sink and is now a great wreck dive in 22 meters. "Down we go" ( sounds like a submarine movie........) sorry back to the story,

I had a great dive, mainly because I always do, and of course there are no bad ones. On my return to the wubber boat I had the brain wave at the anchor line to use my knife to reset the little wire thingy on my depth gauge that shows how deep you have been. Now, for a clever, calm, sort of normal person this would be easy, set the gauge, put the knife away. Oh no, not me, I promptly decided that it would be a great idea to slip while doing it and put the tip of my knife through my dry suit and into my leg.

For anyone who has done something similar you will know that at 20 ft depth blood looks green, which is cool. unless of course it's your blood. Also I hasten to add my right side is now icy cold ( for the second time today) because "idiot boy" is now wearing a dry suit with a hole in it. I ask you, would you dive with me? I do however break off the tips of every single, solitary, stinking, stupid one of my dive knives now. I shake my head every time it reminds me how dumb I WAS, note the emphasis on was, yeah right.

BLIMEY! long story is it?.......

You kinda remind me of someone........................




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[SADS 669]

Nice one

 

[BVI Hunter]

Nice one

Thought you'd appreciate a classic

 

[SADS 669]

Thought you'd appreciate a classic

Your still a "Palestine" as Del Boy would say........

 

[BVI Hunter]

Your still a "Palestine" as Del Boy would say........

maybe I should post this with translated sub-titles for our US buddies..