DISASTER, the frustration apparent as we return from our unsuccessful initial attempt to retrieve the anchor.

Preparing to dive the murky depths our hero prepares his mask. "it's going to be cold and dark down there" warns Joey. Diver Jeff mutters, "I have no spit..."

After a chilly 20 minutes in the depths of Butterfly cove examining every tree he came across our hero emerges anchorless. Note his careful examination of his hand for possible frostbite.

SUCCESS!He hoists the found anchor as high over his head as he can without sinking himself. "I HAVE FOUND IT" he screams, then the weight of the anchor pushes him down below the surface again. A rough translation of the subsequent air bubbles we saw come up is not reprintable on a site which children may view (but we are pretty sure at least two of the 5-6 words he said while underwater were at least 4 letters)

Our hero resurfaces, anchor in hand BC inflated to maximum capacity threatening to rip at the seams from sheer air volume and sink him like, well , like he was holding an anchor... "Tom, can you put on a hat? I can't see the ladder due to the glare in my eyes" He says, barely able to get the words out. As you can see there is so much air in his BC that it looks like his head may pop off at any second and his chest and throat are severly restricted.

Anchor safely back on board we leave the diver to fend for himself while we retrieve the 200+ feet of line that's been laying on the bottom for several weeks. Note the discoloration of the once white line, and the fact that there are so many people on the back of the boat that there is no way the diver could actually get back on and dry himself off or warm up.