We had a little trouble shooting any dinner so one of the adult dive
instructors decided to take a friend and I on a guided tour to show
us exactly how it was done. He was a crazy dude in his early forties
and within a few seconds of getting down to depth we knew we were in
for a different experience than the one we had been taught to have.
Good ethical diving means that you should never deliberately or unnecessarily disturb the
environment. That means you should never touch the bottom or disturb
the wildlife that you are not going to shoot and eat. This guy was
like the hunters on Bambi he went strait to a rock and knelt down on
it and started smashing everything in site to chum the waters. He was
stabbing mussels and crushing urchins and basically laying waste to
the seascape and the predatory fish on our menu took notice.
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though a swarm of Garibaldi, the protected California state fish
closed in and even though we had been warned, warned, and re-warned
about killing or hurting those fish he started shooting them as
quickly as he could reload and to hide the evidence of his crimes he
was stuffing them under a rock so they would stay hidden until the
dive boat left. After the locals were decimated we had plenty of
sport fist to shoot at our leisure. I was still really nervous that
we would be implicated in the massacre of protected species as we
came up with more fish in one dive than the rest of the boat had
managed in the first day and a half. We were never found out and I
incorporated a light version of the scorched earth methods we had
learned.
