I remember switching from slingshot rubber to surgical tubing when I was building guns as a kid. The first one I built that had several surgical tubing bands I thought was a pretty good gun. I was in awe of the gun as it was much more powerful than my earlier guns and I felt it was a weapon of mass destruction. I only shot two fish with it. Then the gun almost got me killed. Here is an excerpt of the story from an unpublished book I wrote called Taking the Law to the Lawless. I need to retire first before I publish it as it concerns my career as an undercover cop
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I also loved to go diving. I had gotten interested in this around 1966. I lived in the Philippines when I was twelve or thirteen years old. I was amazed by the wonderful world I found underwater and had never seen such brilliant colored reefs and fish before. I was hooked on diving. I spent as much time as I could in the water and wanted to go spearfishing.
My first speargun I got from trading a pack of my Dad’s cigarettes for it through the base fence with a Filipino kid. Once I learned how it was constructed I made several more at the base hobby shop. The trigger assembly was very simple. It consisted of a spoon handle that had about a half-inch of the end bent at a ninety degree angle. It sat on a fulcrum that allowed the handle to rock back and forth like a teeter-totter. The bent end fit into a notch cut into a spear to hold it in place. Another notch in the spear held a U-shaped piece of wire that in turn was lashed to slingshot rubber that provided the power from the gun. The muzzle was a piece of tubing. The whole gun was lashed together with rubber bands. It was a primitive gun but was effective and I wore the fish out with it.
I began to build spearguns, each one I built would have an improvement in materials as I learned what I was doing. I would build a speargun and often would test it by shooting the spear into a wooden dresser I had in my bedroom. It soon was pockmarked by the many holes I put into it. My dad saw this and I got in trouble and was told I better quit shooting the dresser if I knew what was good for me. One morning I woke up and as I was lying in bed I happened to look closely at my dresser that was next to my bed. It was hard to see at first but I noticed that each hole had been carefully circled with an ink pen. I realized my dad had set a trap for me and was trying to catch me putting some fresh holes in the dresser. He would be able to tell that I was still shooting my dresser if he found any new holes that had not been circled. I still continued to test fire my spears into it but after doing so I would carefully circle the hole I had made with an ink pen. The Old Man never caught onto this.
One day a new neighbor saw me with the gun and talked to me about spearfishing. He was a navy dentist and had a large speargun he showed me. It was a large gun and used surgical tubing. It had several sets of bands on it which was a concept I was unaware of. I knew I would improve my gun by using surgical tubing and using several bands instead of one.
I soon went to the base hospital had scammed a roll of surgical tubing from a navy corpsman telling him I needed it for a Boy Scout project. I tried to beef up my gun by changing to surgical tubing and adding extra sets of bands. The trigger assembly would not hold together under the increased load and it was dangerous. It was time to get some professional advice.
I went to my scout master. His name was Heinz Doss. He was a navy chief and had a machine shop on base. He helped me build a nice trigger assembly. It even had a safety that consisted of a pin I would remove before shooting the gun. When inserted, the pin blocked the lever preventing it from discharging. I put it on a large gun I made. I made a very big gun and it was powered by multiple large bands of surgical tubing. The stock was made out of Philippine mahogany. It was about six feet long. It had a butt stock shaped like a rifle stock which would later prove to be less than ideal underwater. To keep from losing my one and only spear I had it attached with about fifteen feet of strong nylon cord that was attached to the middle of my gun stock. In hindsight I should have attached the line near the muzzle.
This gun was much more powerful than my earlier models. The first ones I used were powered by flat slingshot rubber bands and I used them on smaller fish. I used several bands of surgical tubing on this new gun. It was so powerful the spear would penetrate through a large banana tree trunk. My earlier guns were pea shooters compared to this gun and I was looking forward to using the gun in the water.
I did not get much of a chance to use this new gun. I only speared two fish with it. The first one was a small fish I shot at the concrete pier on the island of Corregidor. I was camping there with the boy scouts when I went snorkeling there. It was a good eating size snapper about two feet long. I ate it for dinner and it helped earn me my cooking merit badge. But my first real test of the gun happened during my spring break of my seventh grade school year.
I was one of about four kids that had been picked as a safety patrol crossing guard. I guess that was my first taste of working as a cop, if you could call it that. To reward us for our dedicated service in helping our classmates safely cross busy Sangley Avenue during the school year, my teacher took us on a field trip to Matabunkay beach at the South China Sea. This was a fabulous beach with crystal clear water and fantastic coral reefs. I had gone diving there with my dad and it was amazing to see the vibrant neon colors and fantastic fish life there. I also camped there with the boy scouts on the beach and we would snorkel the shallow reefs. I would take my speargun with me as well as my snorkeling gear when we camped there. Times were different then and teachers and scout masters did not freak out if I brought a speargun on an outing. They would just tell me not to shoot myself or anyone else with it.
Our teacher hired a fisherman to take us out to the reefs offshore in a motorized banca boat. This was a log canoe with outriggers on it. We went out where the water was about 25 feet deep. The visibility was amazing and it was like swimming in air. We were snorkeling on the surface and I had waited to shoot a fish until we were ready to leave the site so as not to attract sharks. I had been snorkeling over a large piece of brain coral when I looked down and saw the largest fish I had ever seen. It looked like a two-hundred pound largemouth bass. I did not know what it was at the time but it was a jewfish or huge grouper that the locals called a Lapu Lapu and it looked as big as a Volkswagen Beetle. It made the first fish I had shot with this gun look like a minnow.
Today I would not shoot a jewfish or a Goliath grouper as many folks call them now. It would be like shooting the family Labrador retriever. But in 1967 diving was geared towards shooting fish. All the books and magazines I read about diving always dealt with treasure diving and spear fishing. I really felt I could kill this fish with a stone shot to the head which would kill or totally immobilize the fish and I would be on the covers of Sports Illustrated or Skin Diver magazine like my spearfishing hero Art Pinder that I had read so much about. Art would shoot a five hundred pound fish on a breath hold dive. I had seen pictures of him holding giant fish wearing a duct taped bandage covering a shark bite. He was cool and I wanted to be just like him and now was my chance.
The fish was underneath an overhang of coral. I figured I could swim down to the coral head and shoot the fish in the brain as I dropped down on it. The new gun I had with the surgical bands on it would surely pulverize this fish, despite its size. I pulled the metal pin that served as a safety on my gun and hyperventilated for a minute or so. Hyperventilating allowed me to remove built up carbon dioxide in my system so I would not feel the need to breath until much later into the dive.
This can be a dangerous practice and can lead to a diver losing consciousness called shallow water black-out. I was not aware that it was a dangerous practice at the time. Back then I just knew I could stay down a long time by doing this. Filling my lungs up until I thought they would pop I dropped down on the fish. I kicked down wearing a brand new pair of Voit Viking fins I had just gotten. I leveled off at the coral head and snuck over the edge where I saw the fish. I aimed at where I thought the brain was. I pulled the trigger and I saw the spear hit the fish in the top of the head.
Instantly the fish took off and swam in a tight half-circle and collided into the coral head. There was a large cloud of sand stirred up and the fish looked stunned. I could hear a loud sound come from the fish and it sounded like someone was beating a large steel oil drum. It went "Bong! Bong! Bong!" It seemed to come from the gills of the fish but it was a very strange noise. I had never heard a sound like that underwater. It looked to me that my spear was lodged firmly and deeply into the head of the fish. The fish was holed up under a ledge of the coral head.
Even though I had hyperventilated I needed air. I had let go of my gun after shooting the fish but it was suspended above the fish by the nylon cord. I left my gun and swam up. I studied the situation on the surface through the clear water. My gun was floating about ten feet below me. I hollered to the banca to come closer and said I had a huge fish I had shot and might need help. I began hyperventilating for a couple of minutes and my plan was to drop down and grab the spear and shove it further into the fish, hopefully killing it. I am not sure how I would have accomplished that as I only weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet. I knew I would not have much leverage to do the job but I hoped the spear only needed to go in a short distance to kill it.
I was worried about losing my gun and the fish getting away. I did not know why the fish had not already swum off and how it was still alive. There was blood coming from the wound and I could see blood coming from the gills. It looked like wisps of smoke floating in the water. The fish was holed up in the coral grotto in an undercut ledge and did not look like it planned on leaving it. I hyperventilated again to maximize the time I could spend underwater. and then swam down to my gun. I remember being totally pumped up with adrenalin and felt I could push the spear completely through the fish.
I grabbed the line attached to the spear and I made a loose circle around the line heading down to the fish with my fingers. I did not want to tug on the line but just used it to guide me to the spear. As I dove down to the fish and got near the spear I made one wrap of the line around my hand and the fish spooked and took off in a flash. The nylon cord zipped out, causing the gun to be yanked down and somehow my arm was bent into a chicken wing and my hand was wrapped against the middle of the gunstock. The wide gunstock acted as a paddle blade and the resistance it made in the water forced the muzzle of the gun against my back. The line was attached to the middle of the gun it only served as a pivot point to keep the gun pinned to me.
I was jerked through the water so fast I had my mask yanked down around my neck. I did not know it at the time but I also lost one fin and my bathing suit just disappeared as it was yanked off me as I was pulled through the water. I could feel the resistance from the gun against the water keeping my arm trapped as the stock of the gun acted like a paddle in the water.
I felt the rush of water and then I heard a loud crack. The fish had swum between some coral formations which cracked my speargun stock as part of it was wedged in the coral. I guess I was saved when the gun snapped in two as I was free from the line. I headed up and gulped in some well needed air.
The whole ride only took about ten seconds or so but we had covered a lot of territory during that time and I wasn’t able to find the location where it had started.
I never saw the fish, my suit or my new fin ever again and I had to wear a t-shirt for pants until I got to the car. I just had to sit in the banca boat and ended up with the worst sunburn of my life. I am not sure whether I was more shook up about my close call and losing my speargun or losing my bathing suit. Both were pretty unsettling for this seventh-grade kid and I got my share of ribbing about it for a while. I considered myself very lucky I did not get drowned by that fish. I eventually made another spear gun but after that experience I limited my spearfishing to fish that were smaller than me.