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Went out around 50 miles yesterday. Seas were our friend and the skies stayed overcast all day. 2nd trip in the past couple of weeks that we've had the Big E pull up and fish close so I guess we're doing something right. I can say that I didn't spear squat all day except for a small Rock Hind Grouper but it wasn't from lack of trying. Had a few first experiences though. After I shot my little strawberry, ole' grandpa Warsaw came out. Probably about 40 or 50 lbs very aggressive, and hungry. He and I met at about 80'. I had just strung up my fish and hadn't taken him off my spear yet and ole' Willie was trying to eat him. If I had a Ray Odor kill spike, a knife, or a loaded gun this dude would have been mine but I was screwed. I kicked at him, hit him with my stringer, and played Lion tamer with the tip of my gun then finally around 41' he left me alone. I quickly reloaded my gun, quick glance, 743lbs of air left, $#^$#! Beginning of the summer, I'd a chanced going back down after him, but with a newborn baby at the house, and my heart rate still up from all the adrenaline and excitement, his arse would be mine next tank. I could still see him slowly swimming away. I signaled my dive buddy to go feed him some cold steel, but he waved me off as he was also low on air and had already begun his ascent. Oh yeah, and everybody saying ***?, you didn't even have a knife? Yeah I did. A brand new Omer Daga, for about 5 minutes. Bad *** knife, POS sheath. The knife fell out on my first dive as soon as I splashed.