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Anthony, the fish you are describing sound more like Eel Pouts, they have very large mouths & big lips. they are extremely docile & you can actually just pick them up & play with them. they eat shell fish & clams. Some years they seam to appear in larger numbers than others. I think that the amount of divers has nothing to do with there presence, I would guess it has to do with food supply. Now i dive in the NE & you are in the Tundra country so you may indeed have an alternate type of sea slug but they do have similar descriptions. By the way when you did the Nuclear Reactor dive I assume you needed no lights. dive on & on hank In a message dated 96-11-27 02:40:14 EST, you write: << Subj: Re: Silence is Golden (actually air/gas borderline) Date: 96-11-27 02:40:14 EST From: adb@he*.re*.or* (Anthony DeBoer) To: techdiver@terra.net Tim Taylor <taylor@ru*.ne*> wrote: >You left out ... [2] the Great >Lakes sea cucumber (Burbots), I'm not sure if what we call Lingcod are the same thing, or related, or what (Rich, teach me to be a fish guy too?) but the ones I'm thinking of have more than a passing resemblence to moray eels, especially with just the front end looking out from a crevice in a wreck. We were even considering a plan to try and convince newbie divers that they really are morays and that you need to give them a really wide berth to avoid getting bit (a much earlier plan, back in my Assistant Instructor days, involved mispronouncing one key word [eg. "regliator"] for a whole course and seeing how many students mimiced us), but I've always had much too much of a soft spot for them. There were a lot more of these fish on the deep (>130') wrecks this summer than I've ever seen on the shallower ones. At one point I dubbed them "Technical Lingcod". Seriously, I think the greater frequency of diver visits on the recreational-depth wrecks discourages them from hanging around. >[3] losing feeling? your face goes numb after >the first minute or so of pain after entry. On the first winter dive I ever did, the complete lack of feeling in my face and the rubberiness of my cheeks after the dive was interesting, in sort of a scientific way. Later I started taking it for granted. Last December I was on a dive in Frenchman's Bay in Lake Ontario, in the marina there, and it was just beginning to skim over with ice. Pushing through that with your forehead is the most exquisite pain imaginable. On top of that, the viz was about a foot, and the watchman there had been telling us that the accused killer in a high-profile murder a couple of years ago, in which the body was never found, had been living on a boat right there. The police dragged the bay, but he figured they just hadn't looked hard enough. Come to think of it, I never did thank my buddy for calling that dive after about a minute. We got back out and went in on the other side of the point, where the water is a bit warmer courtesy of our local electric utility and their thoughtfulness in providing a nuclear reactor across the bay. -- Anthony DeBoer http://www.onramp.ca/~adb/ adb@he*.re*.or* (here) adb@ge*.co* (work) #include "std.disclaimer"
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