Phil I did have you in mind, as I know your up north there close by, it seems there are several of us in this part of the country,
Actually I would like to give you a hand with your dredge sometime, but when the water warmed up and was not as fast and muddy as it is now, I normally use small home made dredges, also if we dived your compressor would have to keep running, I helped my neighbor a few years ago work a 6" dredge, for some reason he wanted to work in deep fast moving water, first time I had ever dredged underwater, the current was so fast we had to anchor every thing down to keep from washing downstream into the rapids, he went first my told me to just keep the motors running they wanted to stall out, so I fiddled with the chock and throttle for a couple of hours while he was underwater, he finally came up and it was my turn, he told me just move slow or you will run out of air, well my wet suit was almost two sizes too small, I had a home made lead weight belt on, with the fastest belt unhook I could make, with junk from may barn, this regulator for air in my mouth and there I go into the cold water pulling my self up to the deep hole in the bottom of the rouge river, huge boulders we were digging under in the river and I was just wondering when one would shift and pin me down there, and sure enough every time I tried to move a big boulder I would find myself with a lack of air and had to slow down, started getting the hang of it after about an hour, and was really enjoying looking behind me and seeing all of the salmon feeding on the water bugs, or craw fish I was moving from there hiding spots, and then I could not breath, well I have been breathing underwater for an hour, and dummy me thinks this thing in my mouth is in the way so I try and get some air from the side of my mouth, well sucking in a gulp of water into my lungs, then figure I better try and get to the surface for air, now struggling with this %$#@ weight belt holding me under water, I found out my quick disconnect was almost not quick enough, I all finally got to the surface for air coughing and puking, and my mining partner neighbor yells I knew you would come up, the air compressor quit running, he found out later his son the mechanic had used the wrong size piston rings when he rebuilt the compressor.
I would like to plan some kind of get together, life is too short not too.