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opened a copy of the leading diving publication around the time that their
monopoly of the industry was ending. This diving publication was the sole
publication of the sport at a time when more people were purchasing regulators
and B.C.'s, and the owners had a share in a Cozumel dive hotel.
They
began using the magazine as public relations for the South Caribbean,
and claimed the areas around Cozumel the best diving in the world. By
this time, the market caught on and forced themto be a little more sensationalist
in their reporting.I opened the page of an article by Eddie, who wrote
about his attempt to ride on the back of a sand shark - known for their
passiveness - which quickly turned around and took a chunk from his thigh.
I
remembered the old days - the eight foot green moray - and the day Eddie
and Cathy and I plunged off the Sea Queen near Chub Rock and visited the
old sunken steamer to snap some shots for a dive shop promotion.
Eddie
took off to the shallow end of the wreck to look for rays, and we stayed
to photograph the eel.
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