Barbara H.
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Scooba Shack can be reached via telephone at (912) 332 7377 or via email at
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I was in this company VETERAN dive program found out their instructor was I lier and he was taking money that wasn’t his and this company was raided and all my paper work for my dive master certificate just disappeared and never was turn in so I took all the test and all the dives and spent many weekends away from
My family to get this certification and well I got to rescue diver and the owners never trued to get me my paper work and I found out that I’m not the only one they screwed over hope they get there stuff together trued several times to get ahold of these people to get my paper work just get the run around. Funny you want me to come in to your store but I have been there on several occasions and I have called and talk to some guy name super Dave. Or something Dave and always got the we will call you stick why would I drive 4 hours out of my way now just to get the same response lol you have my info you know how to call me – via
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My son and I took the class together. The instructor was unaware that an 80 was required to pass the class or my son could have taken it again the same day. The owner waited three weeks to call my son the night before we were to do our open water dives to tell him he couldn’t do the dives until he received an 80 on the exam. He retook the exam and passed with no issues. The open dives were scheduled for the upcoming weekend. My son waited at the storefront from 7:30 to 8:30 until someone showed up only to tell him the class was canceled. That’s two weekends of his time they wasted because they don’t have their act together. Not even a phone call!! – via
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We met at 6:30 AM (ugh) at the dive shop. We loaded our personal equipment into push carts.
Everyone checked behind each other to make sure no one forgot anything. I like that about diving in that there is a culture of looking after the other guy no matter how obnoxious.
I paid for my boat ride ($160) and an extra tank of air. I brought one tank of my own. We rolled the cart to the dock and loaded the boat.
I was a bit nervous because this was my first long tip off shore since the only time I was ever sea sick. God help you if you ever get seas sick. Plus I didn’t know what to expect 26 miles out in the Atlantic Ocean.
We were well loaded for this small boat. The captain could only push the speed to 13.7 knots. There were six people and lots of dive equipment on board.
A few miles out our youngest passenger became seas sick and started hurling over the rail. Some people make the funniest sounds when they puke.
After 90 minutes or so they killed the motor and the dive master grabbed the anchor and dove down to the wreck. He had to secure the line onto the wreck so the boat wouldn’t drift. A few moments later he surfaced and we began entering the water one by one grabbing onto the drift line and working out war forward to the anchor line.
I was the second one in the water and took a quick look around for any sea monsters. The water was warm and the visibility was good at about 60 plus feet. I could see the wreck below in around 80 feet of water.
The waves were around 2 feet and there was a surface current so working to the anchor line took some effort.
Soon we were all together and we descended down the anchor line. At 45 feet the current stopped and the visibility improved. Below me was a WWII tanker that had been sunk decades ago to provide an artificial reef. I can say it was a success. There were many varieties for fish, some familiar like the barracuda and tuna and many I didn’t recognize. There were star fish, blue fish, crab spiders, sea cucumbers, and many turtles.
We dove through the decking and into the various compartments of the ship. Most of the overhead decking had been removed so vertical escape would not present a problem should an emergency arise.
One of our divers was a master diver and he had backup air so he dived alone. Three of us and the dive master hung close for safety. We constantly asked each other about air (hand signals) and personally I was doing great. My breathing was slow and controlled and I wasn’t consuming much air at all. I was very relaxed and was enjoying my new environment at 70 feet. I had obtained neutral buoyancy and could hover about 2 feet over the ocean floor.
I found a turtle and moved in closer for a look. A few minutes later I turned around and I was completely alone in what was the boiler room. I looked again. I looked up to see if I could find any bubbles. Nothing….not a soul in sight. I move around a bit and still nothing…until I spotted the lone diver.
Dive instruction says if you get separated from your buddy you are to look around for no more than 2 minutes and then surface. I hated this because I was having such a good dive and I had so much air left. I thought about asking to buddy with the lone diver (hand signals) and about that time I felt a tug on my fin. It was my dive master less two divers.
We stayed down 45 minutes after doing our 3 minute decompression stops at 15 feet.
I came to find out that the two other guys gulped up all their air and were done at 30 minutes.
The second dive was an hour later and I had one issue at the bottom when my tank became loose. I signaled to Mike and turned around and he tightened my strap.
Far too soon it was all over. The second dive was only 38 minutes and at 60 feet. We did the first so deep and long that that 38 minutes was the maximum time our dive computers told us that we should be down.
I got on the boat, the guy was still heaving over the side and we took off our equipment and talked about the dive all the way back to shore. We docked about 3 PM. – via