Oddly one of my stories has to do with diving as well.
About 35 years ago, a friend was teaching me scuba diving. We were in a cove in front of his parents cottage. I had just switched over to reserve and was ascending as I heard a motor boat approaching the cove. We didn't have a "Diver Down" flag, but I was pretty sure the boat wouldn't come into the cove, as the cove was pretty small. When I was about a foot or so below the surface, something ripped through the water over my head. The boat had been pulling a skier who dropped the rope and came into the cove. to shore I had done the same thing a few weeks before,
As I came to shore I realized I probably would not have survived a ski or skeg to the head.
A few years later, I was commuting through a forested area in the middle of Nova Scotia. It was about 5:30 AM and there was the faintest glow of dawn to the sky. As I flogged my poor little diesel Rabbit through a hollow near a still water, something jumped up on to the road in front of me.
Both feet in. I was braking as hard as I could and noting that the thing looming in front of my little car was the north end of a south bound moose. I knew if I took the legs out from under him I would wear the darned thing.
He had come onto the road from the right, but which way would he go? I don't know what made him change his path, but just as I was bracing for impact the moose reversed course and dropped back over the shoulder.
About a quarter mile further down the road the shakes set in.
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Les