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Daddy, how come NOAA never gets the marine forecast correct?

On Sunday, our trip to the Pinta with an animated group from Lancaster Scuba Center ( promised to provide a brief respite from the heat wave that has gripped the eastern U.S. for more than a week. If it wasn’t cooler at sea, at least the ocean breeze made it more pleasant. And for the first time since the last time, NOAA was a mile off on the marine forecast. A small craft warning!  Perhaps, if your small craft were the size of a bathtub. We had lazy 3 ft rollers until the early afternoon when the breeze died and the sea flattened. But there was a mild current from the surface right down to the wreck, which added some zest to everyone’s day. A few divers liked the giant stride entry at amidship so much, they floated to the stern just so that they could re-board and do it again, this time holding the “sissy line” that prevents “float-aways.” All good fun.  On the wreck, lighting was good, viz was good, and life was good. There were a lot of tog on the wreck, and one less lobster who will, no doubt, be the guest of honor at a lobster dinner. The John Jack has two dive trips going out this week and more planned for the weekends ahead. Open boats and open dates that are just waiting for you.  See you at sea!

 Captain Rich


There’s Nothing Wrong With a Quickie.

The last of the late sleepers was roused from the bunkroom as the thump of tanks and weight belts joined the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the hustle of getting the John Jack ready to head out. With everyone on board and the gear stowed, we left the dock early. By the time the crisp morning air was replaced by stifling humidity at the marina, we would be tied into the Stolt Dagali where a mild ocean breeze kept us comfortable all day. To say the divers from Scuba Central PA ( were raring to go is an understatement. No sooner was the tie in completed and the in-water lines laid that the divers began splashing. In less than 10 minutes, the deck of clear of divers and gear. Water temps were cozy in the shallows, but in the mid-40’s at the bottom. It was bright and clear at the top of the wreck, but dark and a bit gloomy at the bottom where flounder, monkfish, and a few scorpion fish ignored the moderate current that made the divers work a bit. After lunch and the surface interval, the divers once again splashed en masse. And that’s how the entire day went: up early, out fast, down fast – and repeat. We were back at the dock early and home in time for dinner. Get out and dive!

 Captain Rich.




We Was Cooking!

On Sunday, the ocean seemed like a possible refuge from the brutally high temps that have beset large parts of the country – but we were wrong.  Polartec and crushed neoprene made 90 degrees on the ocean much too hot.  We was cooking! RJ brought a boatload of Treasure Cove Divers (Westfield, NJ) out, and heat or no heat, these guys were ready to dive. The seas were near flat, but currents on the surface and at depth spiced things up a bit.  After a stiff current chased us from the Stolt (130 fsw), we headed to the Mohawk (80 fsw) where the current was lighter. Visibility, which began at 20 ft slowly deteriorated to 10-15 ft by the end of the day. As usual, the big bugs on the Mohawk laughed at us from the safety of their burrows. While the divers were below, I put on my Captain Cook hat and prepared a special dish. Few people know that I am a master chef and an avid fan of Rachael Ray. Rachael and I (she likes me to call her Rach) have a lot in common besides our appreciation for food. We both have warm smiles and outgoing personalities and like the John Jack, Rachael has a broad beam that just won't quit.  (I meant to say a broad, beaming smile – and a broad beam).  As Captain Cook, I put together a special dish of chicken, sausage, ravioli, and tomato sauce that I call my chicken, sausage, ravioli, and tomato sauce dish. No leftovers, as usual. After lunch, and after the last diver was aboard, the John Jack made its own 20 kt breeze by turning the big “cats” loose. It was a great day on the ocean with a lot of familiar faces – and few new ones.  Make the John Jack part of your next diving adventure.
Captain Cook 


The John Jack Encounters Pirates on the Mohawk 

With the NOAA Sunday forecast set at 2-3 ft seas, the John Jack was prepared for anything – except 2-3 ft seas. Would it be 8-12 footers crashing over the bow, or Lake Atlantic conditions where the ocean lays flatter than a plate of pee? (Have you ever wondered what was going on when this colorful saying was coined? Yeah, me neither). Fortunately, it was Lake Atlantic conditions. As we headed to the Mohawk at a moderate clip, a boat began closing in fast on the port side – it was Captain Jim Wilson and the pirates of the Gypsy Blood. And the race was on. The John Jack pulled ahead, then the Gypsy Blood pulled even. The only winner was the kid at the marine fueling station with the grungy jeans and the stained baseball cap. We set the hook and methodically threw everyone overboard. It was imperative that we get our divers in the water quickly, before the Gypsy Blood pirates removed all of the valuable artifacts from the Mohawk. About mid-morning, one of the Gypsy Blood crew swam over to our boat to pick up some ice cream – and swam it back holding the ice cream above the water. By the end of the day, the Mohawk had surrendered a couple of fish, a few “bugs,” and a handful of ceramic tiles. Conditions on the wreck were great: bright, 30 ft viz, and no current. The ocean was so nice to us, we were taken aback by the humidity and mid-90s temps that greeted us back at the marina. Also at the dock was Captain Jim; apparently, he’s also pretty quick on land.

Pick a date, pick a wreck, and the John Jack will put you and your divers on it – guaranteed!

Captain Rich


And Brownies

It doesn't get much better on the ocean than Sunday. RJ and ten stallward Treasure Cove (Westfield, NJ) divers boarded the John Jack bright and early, and prepared thermselves for what turned out to be a great dive on the Algol. Divers prepare themselves in different ways; some set up their gear, others munch breakfast in the galley, and still others catch a few Zzzzs in the bunkroom. But once we hit the Algol, it was all business. After the crew did a quick set, the divers sprang into action and were on the wreck in no time. It was "Flounder City" on the ocean floor and "Mussel Mania" on the wreck. During the surface interval, the divers dined on John Jack's famous tube steaks, sauerkraut, beanz, salad, fresh-cut pinnapple, and brownies. The short hop back to the dock put everyone in their cars and on the way home by 4PM. Bottom temps were in the low 50's and viz was an outstanding 20-25 feet. Truly a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Old friends, new friends, and a great dive. And brownies! What's not to like?! Check out the John Jack website for its dive schedule and make us part of your next great dive adventure. You won't be disappointed.

Capt. Rich


High Times on the High Seas

The John Jack was locked and loaded as we left the marina at 4AM Monday with the group of top-notch divers assembled by Mark "Sharky" Alexander. The predawn glow in the eastern sky combined with the wind tousling my hair stirred the same strong emotions that seagoing men have felt for thousands of years. The John Jack waited out the weather by tacking slowly to our first destination, the wreck of the cruise ship SS Carolina. The Carolina is a WWI casualty sunk by U-151 on June 2, 1918, known in maritime lore as Black Sunday ( As predicted by NOAA, the seas improved, but as we drew close to the dive site, the ocean grew angry and we were forced to retreat. Plan B, the Resor, was a long haul, but we arrived in time to put divers Dan Wright and Sherwood Probeck in the water for a dusk/night dive. A night dive on the Resor; the food virtually crawls into your goodie bag. Dan and Sherwood collected enough scallops to make a nice lunch for all on board - thanks guys. With the off-shore seas still raging, we abandoned plans to reach the wreck of the destroyer Murphy and instead headed further in-shore to the Stolt. Two nice dives, but not what we planned. As sailors, divers, and wise men know, you take what the ocean offers - and nothing more. Indeed, some of the wrecks we dive are a testament to the enthusiasm of foolish sailors. With Hurricane Irene huffing and puffing its way up the coast, we're busy checking the buoys and the NOAA forecast to determine if we can put Sharky's group on the U-869, aka Hitler's lost sub.

Captain Rich Benevento


The Sea Gypsies Enjoy Flat Seas and 40 ft Viz on the Venturo Tug.

It doesn't get much better on the ocean, especially when diving an in-shore wreck like the G.A. Venturo. On Saturday, the NYC Sea Gypsies Intro to Wreck Diving trip was blessed with sunny skies, flat seas, no current, and incredible visibility. The Venturo, a 100 ft long tug sunk in 1996 as part of the NJ artificial reef program, sits upright on the sandy bottom at 75 fsw. The Venturo, running true to form, was teaming with fish and surrounded by sea stars, some of which were "cuddling" shells inhabited by hermit crabs. A dozen sea robins foraged through the sand while a lone flounder "hid" in plain view on the sand along the starboard side of the wreck. Some of the Sea Gypsies ventured out to the cluster of five armored personnel carriers (APC) that lie about 50 ft from the stern. It was a little chilly on the bottom, but with the thermocline only 10 ft above the tie-in, it was a cozy ascent back to the boat. The day ended with a leisurely lunch of ribs (generously provided by Bill Pfeiffer - LIDA), hot dogs, sauerkraut, beans, and fresh fruit - and then a quick ride back to the dock. For some of the Sea Gypsies, this was their first wreck dive in the North Altantic - what a way to start! Join us on our next adventure. We still have a boatload of open dates for wrecks at recreational depths. And for the tech crowd, we'll be headed to the Carolina (230 fsw) and Murphy (260 fsw) on August 21st.

Capt. Rich Benevento


Shipwrecks, Omelets, and Baklava

Our late return from the Andrea Doria put the crew into double time to ready the John Jack for its 6AM departure to Block Island with our good friends from the NYC Sea Gypsies. Each day began with a "how would you like your omelet" prepared by Chef Jeff and, later in the day, a freshly prepared lunch. Dinner and dessert was in the Block Island marina, a refuge for wealthy boat owners and an itinerant over-21 crowd looking for a good time. Without a doubt, it was a "there goes the neighborhood" moment when The Big Red Boat pulled into the Block Island marina where every boat is white fiberglass on the outside and lacquered mahogany on the inside. As a finishing touch, the John Jack was adorned with a multi-colored assortment of drying dive duds on the upper deck rails. Many locals, including one fellow who introduced himself as "Baklava," came by to gawk and ask questions about the John Jack, scuba diving, and the local shipwrecks. In truth, the marina was a curiosity; we came to dive. Because most of the Block Island wrecks are in sheltered waters, we can usually get in two dives - and sometimes three - each day. We dove shallow wrecks like the Grecian, Black Point, Idene, and deeper wrecks like the U853 (130 fsw) and USS Bass (155 fsw). The weather and surface conditions were great and the wrecks didn't disappoint either. The Sea Gypsies Block Island trip has become an annual event that the entire John Jack family looks forward to; perhaps you can join us next year.

Captain Rich