The following morning we dove early. The current was running a knot to a knot and a half, so we used the structures to shield us from the current while we were moving around. We found a Squirrelfish that refused to leave his hangout. When I got ready to take his picture, I heard Lloyd yell "EEL" through his regulator as plain as could be. It is true that humans can speak under water, but only if all they say is "EEL". I looked behind the Squirrelfish, and sure enough, there was a small Moray Eel enjoying the protection of this territorial little pest. I never was succesful in moving the Squirrelfish for a better picture of the eel.

After our first dive Saturday, two tanks since our arrival, we decided to move on to a deep water oil rig. We needed to off-gas nitrogen, and it seemed appropriate to move closer to home since the deep water rigs are also great diving. Waiting to off-gas at Stetson would prevent a return to the marina before dark. We looked forward to a third diving environment, the rig, on this trip. That decision proved to be a strategic blunder because the weather was stormy when we got to the deep rigs, making a tie-up risky. We continued on to the rigs about 20 or 30 miles out and found them all surrounded by fishing vessels. We had a good time though, and will do it again soon. It is always fun to visit with friends on these trips. Many thanks to Mr. Cheatham for taking us diving when he could enjoy fishing other places.