Three fishermen cruise past the mouth of the Mississippi River. Alice in Chains blares from an overhead speaker, blending with the slap of waves against the boat's hull.

Offshore oil platforms grow nearer on the horizon. Behind the rigs, dark cumulonimbus clouds loom ominously as the 23-foot catamaran plows ahead.

“(Forget) it, I got a wetsuit on,” Paul Cozik says. “Let’s ram it.”

A red flag on the boat whips violently in the wind, the letters stitched across it reading “Helldivers.”

It is the last weekend of May, time for the annual Helldivers Rodeo in Venice, which means there are fish to be shot and bragging rights to acquire — rain or shine. The group takes the Paleolithic pastime of spearfishing to an extreme by diving in the waters beneath oil rigs

Cozik, christened by fellow He

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