Another riveting tale from used golf ball diver Brett Parker - in his own words.

I was “running the edge” of a really big golf course pond in Texas (because the edge is where the most balls are) when I found myself low on air. I decided to keep working, following the edge until I got back to my gear on the shore. But the pond bottom was tricky and the water pitch black. So, when I popped up, instead of the edge, I was shocked to find myself 200 yards out in the middle of the pond!

Now I'm really low on air, weighted down with equipment and a couple of 60-pound ball bags. I was in serious trouble. I decided to try walking across the bottom – sometimes easier and faster than swimming when weighted down. When I came up, expecting to be safely at the shore, I’m back in the middle. The contours on the pond bottom had sent me in a circle! This was scary bad, so naturally things got worse. 

I started back again and in the blackness walked straight into an old tree on the bottom. Since people had been fishing this pond for years, this tree was a tangle of fishing line, hooks and lures. My legs get snagged, and now, I’m airless,  desperate and hooked underwater. I dropped my ball bags and pulled my dive knife, hacking my wet suit around the waist till I could peel the lower half of my suit off. Then I stripped off my gear, and swam choking and gasping to the surface with barely enough energy to swim to shore.   

But you can bet on one thing. I went back and got those balls, oh, and my tanks too. 

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