We were walking along the park next to the Bay and Nancy saw a shell she had to have. It was about 5 or 6 feet down to the water and another 4 or 5 feet to the seabed. Thus began a weekend quest, or obsession, to get that shell. She sat on the wall for a great while mentally measuring, and concocting a plan of attack.
There it sits. Simply waiting for someone to come along and grab it for a forever keepsake.
This is the place at the Vinoy where the shell resides, just to the right and down.
A trip to Lowes to buy a CRD (Conch Retrieval Device) consisting of 4 PVC sections 5 feet long each, 3 extender caps, duct tape, and a sturdy net.
As the sun was setting she built her CRD, and slowly lowered it to the shell. In a few minutes she had bagged the shell and brought it to the surface in her net.
It is being lifted from the deep by the newly fashioned CRD.
Voila! A testament to one persons veracity, stamina, determination and unreasonable psychotic obsession.
A shot as it sits today, cleaned and in a place of honor.