At that depth, (considering dive-time at pressure), it would have been a really bad time to panic and surface. Glad you're still here with us. I have a friend who wreck-dives off the coast of Maine, where currents can be strong, the waters are notoriously murky and disorientation is a real danger. Stu is a trooper, and he brings my Dad Atlantic fresh scallops from time to time, but he is a risk-taker, like his own father, who owned the only Aston-Martin in the state at the time and scared the crap out of everybody who didn't wish him ill.About 120 feet down, and it all happened really quickly. I was fanning sand/silt away with my hands and he just sort of lunged at me. I really did not even see him, until it was too late. The person taking the photo came to my aid, after he realized I was about to panic. Even with 2 of us, it was hard to keep him off.