Why does nobody talk about the old timer in Morgan City who told me to slow my ascent on a 60 ft river job
Three months ago I was working a pipeline inspection off a jack-up barge near Morgan City, and this diver named Ray, pushing 30 years in the Gulf, watched me come up from 60 ft in what I thought was a textbook ascent. He pulled my fins off on deck and said flat out, 'Son, you're racing the bubbles and one day your shoulder is gonna pay for it.' I brushed it off because my tables said I was fine, but two weeks later I had a dull ache in my left shoulder that stuck around for days. Now I'm stuck between two camps in my own head. Half the divers I know say the old guys are paranoid and the tables are the tables, follow the computer and stop overthinking it. The other half say Ray's generation learned the hard way before computers existed and their gut feeling about ascent rates is worth more than any dive plan on paper. I keep thinking about how he didn't even look at my computer, he just watched the bubbles and knew. So where do you all land on this, do you trust the old timers' instincts over the numbers or is that just nostalgia talking?