Funny whistle story. I was diving with a friend years ago now and I lost track of him. The procedure for a lost buddy is pretty simple, if you have the flag you stop and wait for your buddy to surface find the flag and descend to you. I waited a few and he never appeared, so I surfaced. I find my buddy floating face up regulator out of his mouth hung up on some rocks about 20 feet down current of me. Well, across a small inlet I see three guys fishing in a small boat, so I start whistling and waving my arm at them. The three all look up at the same time, see me and wave back and then go back to fishing. It was surreal. I'm flapping around, blowing a whistle for all I'm worth, with a body 20 feet away and these guys are waving at me. I swam to buddy boy grabbed his regulator and started swimming against a raging current with him in tow. Well, the boaters saw what was going on and finally came over and pulled his carcass into their boat and motored him to shore. As I’m swimming in all I can think is. “I wonder what kind of paper work I’m going to have to fill out for this disaster”. I get to shore it looks like a diver’s yard sale; there was gear strewn everywhere, and my buddy is sitting half naked in the middle of it all. He decided to go diving without eating and his sugar problem got the best of him. All I can say is it’s a good thing I don’t carry a dive knife, or I would have found out what kind of paper work needed to be filled out
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