Living and diving in Florida, we find some strange stuff. Some people think the Gulf is their personal trash bin. One of my dive buddies found some sort of government shell casing with the inscription "If found call XXX-XXX-XXXX immediately". I found some poor guy’s c-card in the Keys (which I sent to his dive shop), cell phones, anchors, masks, coolers, knives, watches, tons of bottles, fishing poles, ropes and broken crab traps. We even found a Chalk Full o’Nuts Coffee can which made me think of The Bucket List. sniff