Wait till you see THIS!

After having eaten breakfast, I made a decision. Days off are few and far between. I had to go one more place. Yep - diving. With the rain, though, I didn't think it was going to be worth the trip. Rain generally makes the Edisto cloudy, and vis is pretty important there. I called up T-Money, but he was already down at the big ditch. Poor him. Oh well... I hitched up the boat, packed my gear, rented a tank, and went on my way. I pull into the landing and found out that I forgot my oars. CRUD! If I hit a stump, I will be screwed, I thought. Still, though, the drive to find teeth was great. Then, the motor wouldn't start! What else could go wrong? I finally got it started and I was on my way. I'm happily tooling down the river and BOOM! Stump... But my motor was still going. Good motor... I pet it like my dog and continued. The rest of the trip was without incident and I arrived at thepot where I found the whale a few months back. I didn't have time to check on it today. Its still there. I'll try somother time. I strapped on the gear and I was down. Within 10 minutes I had found a 3 inch worn, but complete angy. Then chunks of megs. Then bunches of medium sized teeth. The only thing I could mutter with the regulator in my mouth was "DUDE!" Then, just lying there on the hard bottom was a large triangle. I moved closer. Could be a tooth? Then I saw the root. Oh mgosh! When was I going to see the obvious flaw that big teeth always have? I picked it up. Holy crap! It had the tip... and botcusps. I took a closer look at the root. Oh man, it was whole, too! And it looked HUGE! I didn't want to get my hopes up, though, because things look 25% bigger under water, and it was dark. I had to be missing something. I didn't want to takany changes, though, so I put it in my pocket to isolate it from being banged around in the bag with all the broken teeth. I continued diving and picking up teeth. Then I found an old bottle. Its way cool! Right on the bottom, 1943 is stamped. That's the oldest one I've ever found. On the front, it says "Federal Law forbids sale or re-use of this bottle" recycling wasn't really on anyone's mind back then, I guess. I was keeping a close eye on my watch so I could leave on time. I got back to the boat exactly when I planned, but I had to take a second to check out the tooth. It was the first time I saw it in the light out of the water, and boy was it nice. Every serration was intact. Even the tip. The root IS in great shape! I couldn't believe it. I couldn't tell what color it was though. It was completely covered with this black coating that was like paint. I couldn't wait to clean it off. But it was time to get back to the landing so I could be home on time. NO WAY was I going to be late. Then I happened to catch a glance at my gas supply. It was almost totally empty. I almost started crying. I was out in the middle of nowhere with no oars! Then I nailed another stump and my motor shut off. I quickly pulled the cord, and it started back up and I was on my way again. Then I hit another stump! But my motor was still humming! What a glorious POS this boat is! I finally made it back to the landing with about 3 drops of gas left. And guess what? I made it home exactly on time. YES! WHO's THE MAN? It was time to clean the gear, then the tooth. I nabbed up the toothbrush and toothpaste and started brushing away. The black began to slowly give way to the beautiful golden enamel. After about 5 minutes, I decided I needed something more abrasive. I looked around for some sand and I saw this old ant pile. Perfect. I dipped the toothbrush in the mud and went to town on the tooth. It worked like a charm! The dirt around here is sandy, so within 1minutes, I had the entire thing clean. It shined in the sun and I marveled at its greatness. The single best large Angustidens I have ever seen, much less owned. Teeth of this size are always messed up in some way or another, and its usually the tithat's gone. But not this one. Its now a day later, and its still in my pocket. I can't bear to put it down. I've tried to call everyone I know to tell them about it. Am I the ultimate tooth nerd? Have I crossed that final line into spazdom? I welcome your thoughts and comments. Next time on the river is this Saturday. thA duDe is going with me. Neither of us can wait. There is too much week left!