I'm only spearing for my second season now (started last year) in the north Adriatic. Although my diving sucks, I've had some nice catches mostly from the surface (up to 80cm/6kg bluefish two weeks ago) and am pretty satisfied with myself given it's been only two summers, and that I'm 100% self-taught apart from a one day of freediving course some years ago.
I go spearfishing a lot in summer (almost every day). Of course, I dive alone. It's either that or not diving 99% of the time. I know (knew???) not to push myself and all that. 95% of my catches are from the surface.
But I do dive. Not a lot but 2-8 times in a ~4-hour session, usually to 5 meters, sometimes 6. I reached 8 meters a few times as a test and could comfortably and orderly surface, though I couldn't stay down on the bottom more than a few seconds. I was hoping that little by little, I would make it to 10m, which would be my solo maximum. Last time I dove to 8m, i reached the bottom, but could go even deeper if I had more water under me.
So yesterday was a nice hi-viz day and I found a place that looked like 10 meters and thought I'd try. I had just come from work to the dive with three coffee cups in me, which for some reason I completely forgot about when I dove later. I was already very relaxed as the sea was calm and I'd been surface ambushing for an hour without moving around much. So I did some prep and went down.
Immediately I noticed I was a bit too floaty. I hadn't worn a suit for 2 months because of how hot the sea was. Now with a suit and not enough weights, I had to kick all the way to the bottom. It didn't seem like a big deal as I thought I'd notice if I'm running out of oxygen or using too much of it and turn back before it got critical. But somewhere in that moment, in those seconds, I guess I was just intellectually lazy, absent minded or just underestimated this dive.
When I got to the bottom it was like my brain suddenly turned on and said "guess what? No oxygen, dumbass."
In a split second I went up at warp speed, probably wasting even more of what little O2 I had in my system. At that moment I thought this would be uncomfortable, but that I would surely make it without massive risk, until maybe at 5m I suddenly started seeing "stars" everywhere. In that moment I thought to myself that I really might not make it. I was weirdly at peace, knowing I could do nothing to not pass out and just thinking to myself "I guess I might pass out now. I guess this might be it." No life flashing before eyes, no huge panic, just this.
At the same time I just kept going up. In the last meters things got a bit dimmer visually, and I remember trying to "open my eyes more" as if to stay awake, lol.
I surfaced conscious, but in pretty poor condition. My mask was full of water, I quickly emptied my snorkel and put it in my mouth in case I pass out on the surface. I tried to keep my head above water to empty my mask of water but failed several times due to exhaustion and pain as I very slowly swam to the rocks (I was still afraid I could pass out if I tried using my fins too much even on the surface).
My whole body was in a very extreme state of discomfort for a few minutes, my abdomen cramped up and one of my sinuses blown from the super fast ascent from what my dive watch said was 10.9 meters of depth. Pain was radiating from the back of my neck over the top of my head on one side, to the forehead and eye, as well as the ear on that side. This still hurts almost 48h later, just a bit less.
I slowly got myself together and 5 minutes later, continued hunting from the surface only, for another two and a half hours, and landed a double-kill of 48cm lampuga/mahi-mahi which was my first ever encounter with them (my god these are absolutely gorgeous).
I thought my sinus pain was a neck sprain of some kind from the dive and tension during the ordeal, until I googled when I got home, as I didn't think you can get sinus barotrauma freediving unless it's congested and blocked. Upon googling later, I confirned that stars are from lack of oxygen, which I had assumed just before almost drowning, and that I was indeed on the verge of passing out.
Just wanted to share this as another cautionary tale. I've had some near death experiences, but few as stupidly preventable as this one. It kind if feels like something I didn't deserve to walk away from. But it's still a very.....interesting thing to experience for me at the same time.
Apart from not having a buddy, which is simply a logistical reality for me that isn't going to change much even after this (if no spearfishing without buddy, then no spearfishing almost ever for me), my biggest mistake was too little weights and quite a bit of caffeine in my system, as well as a weird lack of the use of my brain before and in the initial stage of the dive. I guess that's all it takes to make a deadly decision, a few seconds of mental absence. And all that compounded by the fact that this body had never been this deep underwater.
Of course, it goes without saying that I will never be raising any diving bar alone ever again. This September peak season vacation that I'm starting in a week will be surface only to let my skull cavities heal, and I'm simply not going past my 4-5m comfort zone alone anymore.
Watch the video with sound. It seems like such a pathetically short time underwater to almost die from, but when I was living through it, every second had its landscape. Stay safe, friends.