As a component of their 50th Anniversary Collection, Doxa reproduced 1967’s SUB 300 Sharkhunter. Doxa just made 300 of this 42.5-millimeter COSC-affirmed watch, and they were believing enough to allow me to jump with #107 in Bermuda this past summer.
Nothing looks or wears like a Doxa. Famous jumpers like the comparatively styled Seiko Turtle and the Bulova Devil Dive r some way or another neglect to be pretty much as whimsical as the Sharkhunter. The Doxa is odd to the point that it look bad until I arrived in Bermuda, hurled my SCUBA gear behind me, and strolled outside. Under Bermuda’s broadly dark blue sky, warm sun, and tropical foliage, the Sharkunter’s curious magnificence and sole reason as a plunge apparatus uncovered themselves. Submerged the following day, the Sharkhunter sprung to life as an unfathomably neat, completely proficient, and simple wearing jump watch.
Review: Doxa’s SUB-300 Sharkhunter Above and Below The Atlantic
Case Stainless Steel Movement ETA 2824-2 (COSC) Dial Black Lume Beige Super-LumiNova Lens Boxed Sapphire Strap Beads of Rice Bracelet Water Resistance 300 meters Dimensions 42.5 x 45mm Thickness 13.4mm Lug Width 20mm Crown Screwed In Warranty Yes Price $2990
In certainty, the Sharkhunter is perhaps the most comfortable watches I’ve at any point worn. When I measured the profoundly cleaned dots of-rice bracelet—a task far more straightforward than this complex connection framework would suggest—the Sharkhunter completely gave a false representation of its 13.4-millimeter thickness and cuddled onto my wrist like a tired feline. Tightening from 24 millimeters down to only 20 at the fasten, this wristband falls around the wrist with a fluid quality. Celebration arm bands have nothing on Doxa’s dots of-rice.
How Doxa packs such a lot of data onto this 25.5-millimeter dial without causing a solitary visual crash is past me. None of this ought to work—the dial is too little, the markers packed in, the four lines of text askew and asymmetrical—and yet, even with the crate sapphire gem contorting all markers at each possible review point, the Sharkunter’s dial is consummately legible.
The brilliant white hands, which are precise imitations of those from 1967, jump out against the dark dial. The moment hand is broadly fat, which is ideal for taking a bezel perusing while SCUBA jumping. The less significant “dwarf” hour hand takes care of its work discreetly, while the huge pip on the seconds hand—abstract, cantilevered, and gradually revolving—gives the Sharkhunter the atmosphere of a Calder portable turning in a light breeze. Love it or scorn it, this dial is an incredible illustration of Mid-Century feel, leaving no hint of the line among structure and function.
Lume is confined to the hands and markers (with the absence of an enlightened bezel pip being an odd oversight for a plunge watch, however not totally uncommon on vintage jumpers). The markers and hands get a fauxtina contact from their beige Super-LumiNova. Under a loupe I could see that the recessed edge around the lume on the hands projects a shadow, yet to the unaided eye this shadow looks more like patina crawling into the lume plot—not the most exceedingly terrible outcome, truly, as it gives the watch a more persuading vintage contact than the beige lume does.
There’s likewise a small lume speck where the dial’s cross-hair checking meets the painted casing around the date opening; this spot neither irritates nor energizes. The date window’s outline emulates the state of the bigger markers at 6, 9 and 12 and, consequently, assists the opening with incorporating the remainder of the dial. The entirety of this is vintage-precise, so no date-window complaining allowed.
The bezel is a problem above water, since its mirror-cleaned external ring mirrors light to the point of interruption. Plainly, there were times in direct daylight when I was happy to be wearing shades while taking a gander at the Sharkhunter. The orange filled etching on the external ring is no assistance either, and the bezel appears to be more token than apparatus above water. Submerged, nonetheless, that external bezel ring becomes an exceptionally clear and valuable apparatus. The mirror clean goes from blinding to only brilliant, separating itself from the brushed inward planning ring.
At around 50 feet, the water sift through generally red and orange light. This shot was taken while drifting over Bermuda’s Pelinaion wreck, around 60 feet beneath water.
The double registers on the Sharkhunter’s bezel identify with one another by comparing the profundity (recorded on the cleaned external ring) with how long one can remain at that profundity (recorded on the brushed inward ring) without making additional decompression stops. Stay down longer than the bezel’s tables recommend, and you’ll need to make additional stops to “off-gas” nitrogen or potentially helium that have moved from your blood into your tissues; most jumpers evade these stops since they gobble up plunge time. Despite the fact that jump computers currently utilize constant information streams to figure no-decompression times with high accuracy, the Sharkhunter’s bezel utilizes the US Navy’s traditionalist no-decompression table, the global norm for decades.
Putting the Navy’s no-decompression table on the bezel was an easy decision, at this point on the grounds that Doxa holds US Patent #3505808 for this bezel, it can not show up on other brand’s plunge watches without them making good for a license—which, it appears, once in a while, if at any time, occurs. Doxa’s licensed bezel persuaded Jaques Cousteau to make the SUB 300 standard gear on board the Calypso, and right up ’til the present time there has never been a more grounded support for a plunge watch.
The different reasons Cousteau picked Doxa jump watches incorporate their 300-meter water obstruction, the exact development (here an improved COSC-confirmed ETA 2824-2, and initially an ETA 2852 auto-winder), the dependable crown and case seals, the wide case rib that secures all the other things, and—if my impression of Cousteau as a movie producer is accurate—probably additionally in light of the fact that the Doxa jumper watches look boss. It’s difficult for us to consider something to be old as the SUB 300 arrangement looks as the advanced wonders that they were back in the last part of the 1960s, however Doxas were once modern design explanations, just as bleeding edge tools.
With Cousteau’s support behind it, wearing the SUB 300 Sharkhunter in and around the Atlantic Ocean caused me to feel (however, I’m sure, not show up) pretty boss myself. Above water, it’s different mirror completed parts and particular shape make it an eye-getting piece of adornments. With the Sharkhunter on wrist, my khakis, shoes, and exhausting old white catch down went from “meh” to “yeh.” Swapping in a couple of loafers and a game coat for the mixed drink hour worked up the entirety of my inert dreams of being a SCUBA-jumping spy.
Fantasies like that quickly dissipated as I ventured onto the boat that would take me out to the depressed Pelinaion for my first wreck plunge. Submerged boats have creeped me out since I was a child (there was a half-uncovered indented vessel simply off the sea shore where I went to day camp), so I was very anxious about this plunge. Cheerfully, I immediately loose once we dropped to the disaster area site and got our first glance at the rambling Pelinaion wreck.
Christened in 1907, in 1939 this 385-foot steel vessel from Greece was conveying iron mineral from West Africa to Baltimore when she moved toward David’s Head on Bermuda’s West end around evening time bearing in mind the end goal of refueling. Because of the battle with Germany, Bermuda had passed out every single sign light, and the Pelinaion’s captain—who was going to resign with an ideal record— steered into the rocks, sinking the boat in 65 feet of water. Her harsh stopped on the base, while her bow stays just 20 feet down. Incredibly, right up ’til the present time the Pelinaion’s colossal motor pinnacle stays upstanding and comes to from around 60 feet of profundity up to simply ten.
As I loose into the jump, the Sharkhunter recovered influence over my creative mind until I felt like an undertaking fixated kid once more. Despite the fact that I depend on a jump computer (the suspended Scubapro Meridian), as a watch-head I delighted in alluding to the Sharkhunter’s bezel and my attractive new Mares vintage-styled gaseous tension and profundity checks to make unpleasant counts during the plunge. Making these unimportant computations is likened to utilizing a math device to do your charges, however, as behind the times as the Mares measures and the Sharkhunter are, they make for a strong simple back-up framework should a computer fail.
Exploring the disaster area alongside me was a more seasoned noble man named David who had resigned to Bermuda to satisfy his fantasy about becoming a full-time plunge bum. Charmingly, David carries treats to each plunge and liberally pushes them on everybody on board the boat. Different jumpers were a group of four who, after discovering that I was a watch author, startlingly lit up. Incidentally, their school matured twin youngsters by and by knew the Boston-based vintage vendors Those Watch Guys (from whom I had purchased a cool chronograph at the Windup Watch Fair the earlier year), and the child, Aiden, is a major enthusiast of Worn & Wound.
Needless to say, the Doxa began advancing around the boat, and on our second plunge that day at the dazzling reef site named The Cathedrial, Aiden wore the Sharkhunter and an ear-to-ear grin. That grin reveals to us all we require to think about the suffering charms of the Doxa SUB 300 Sharkhunter. Doxa