My First Spearo Trip
Posted By Peter Scott on 15 August 2006
It was heartwarming to see each campsite crammed with freediving gear. There was the cheery optimism of Brianna’s sticker-laden monofin, a bristling array of spear guns and gallons of lube. As we gathered round the fire each night under a canopy of BC cedar and fir, I felt that all was well and right in the universe.
The pursuit for fruits of the sea really started on Sunday, shortly after the arrival of Lee from Edmonton and Chris and Claire from Michigan. We all decided to dive from a wharf in the main centre of Telegraph Cove.
Enthusiasm was high and even Claire braved the 8C water in her 2mm suit.
Right away, Tyler found an abandoned prawn trap right under the dock and hauled it up onto the dock. It was full of Dungeness crabs! Most of them were legal and so dinner was already covered. This discovery and the interesting array of spearo and deep diving gear attracted a small crowd of locals and tourists on the wharf.
We all set out. The water was beautiful, clear and green. Moon jellies abounded, as did schooling yellow fin rockfish, and shimmering minnows. Chris brought his camera and weaved his way around everyone, documenting this beautiful site. Eric and I ventured out in search of deep water and our favourite plumose anemone and sponge life, but at thirty metres, found only urchins and a flat bottom.
Making my way back to join everyone else on the wall near shore, I had my first sublime moment of the trip. Breathing at the surface, I watched four spearos and Brianna head down at the same time, violating the mundane laws of human motion, disappearing into the green glow of the ocean. Time passed. Then, one by one they surfaced, smiling and talking about what they saw and all the fish that got away, for now.
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