We've all had those times in the water when we've thought, "yep, this time i'm cactus..." so I'd like to put it to you to share some of your most scariest dacks packing encounters under the sea.
I know that once when I went for a leisurely dive off the normally subdued portsea pier, I had to call for a change of the old 'Reg Grundy's' after my leg was engulfed by the tentacles of a 2.5 m octopus. His head was mounted on my thigh like a semi inflated sherrin with a beak, and I had nout but a prayer to rid the beast from my person as my eyes met the cold gaze of his single eye.
The sea was angry that day my friends, and while the sucker marks left on my violated leg gradually faded, the emotional scaring remains...
I know that once when I went for a leisurely dive off the normally subdued portsea pier, I had to call for a change of the old 'Reg Grundy's' after my leg was engulfed by the tentacles of a 2.5 m octopus. His head was mounted on my thigh like a semi inflated sherrin with a beak, and I had nout but a prayer to rid the beast from my person as my eyes met the cold gaze of his single eye.
The sea was angry that day my friends, and while the sucker marks left on my violated leg gradually faded, the emotional scaring remains...