When you really need a bite alarm

Diana Nyad has succeeded at her lifelong dream to become the first person to swim from Cuba to Florida, without the aid of a shark cage – a mighty triumph of woman over nature.
As she pounded through 110 miles of ocean waves and currents, for 52 hours Diana swam the gauntlet of sharks and jellyfish.  Though protected by kayakers armed with electric probes for zapping sharks, the danger was real, sharp toothed, and present.

To celebrate the indomitable Diana’s wonderful first, here we take a look at some remarkable feats of survival in shark infested waters – times when you could really do with a bite alarm.

Cuba to Florida

When 64 year old, Diana Nyad plunged into the brine in Cuba, her battle cry was, “courage’.

Some 52 hours later, staggering up the beach in Florida, she distilled her experience down to three messages:

“One is we should never ever give up.
Two is, you are never too old to chase your dreams.
Three is, it looks like a solitary sport but it’s a team”.

With a swollen face, tongue and lips, her words were slurred, but the message clear: go for it.

St Lucia fishing disaster

Going for it was something of a necessity for Dan Suski and his sister Kate.  They were sea fishing, eight miles off the coast of St Lucia, when Dan hooked a huge marlin.  During the subsequent battle between man and fish, the boat’s stern dipped under the water.  The engine and electrics were flooded and five minutes later, the boat sank.

Following advice from the captain and first mate, for the first hour, the group of four stuck together, bobbing in their life jackets, waiting for help to arrive.

When no one came, Dan and Kate decided to swim for it.  They battled big waves and evaded sharks through the night, before finally shivering their way ashore 14 hours later. The skipper and mate, were eventually rescued after 23 hours in the sea.

Kate never used to be a morning person, but now she gets up at dawn every day: “Since this ordeal…I’ve never looked forward to the sunrise so much in my life.”


Imagine how you’d feel if you surfaced from a dive, off Borneo to find your support boat gone.  That’s what happened to Japanese diving instructor, Hishashi Koze and his two friends.  The boatman lost sight of the diver’s bubble trail, and assuming that all was lost, simply returned to shore.

Hishashi soon lost sight of his buddies, and having no idea that they’d been rescued by a fishing boat, was forced to swim for it. Navigating by the compass on his watch and the stars of the night sky, the diver kept his spirits up by telling himself he had to survive.

Despite his desperate fear that he’d be eaten by sharks, the Japanese man managed to maintain his composure during the long night, and eventually covered the 20 miles to shore in 24 hours.

Surf experience

When surfer, Brett Archibald boarded a boat bound for the remote Mentawai Islands of Indonesia, little did he know what lay in store.

Rough weather made the South African and his fellow voyagers sea sick.  In the middle of the night, while vomiting over the rail, Archibald blacked out and tumbled into the sea.

Nobody noticed his absence and with no lifejacket, and treading water in shark territory, 50 year old Brett must surely have feared the worst.

The experience was unpleasant to say the least: “I had sharks swimming past me. I got stung by a jellyfish. Seagulls even tried to pick my eyes out and I have got big holes in my nose.” Incredibly, despite coming close to drowning, Brett survived 28 hours in the water before he was found by a yacht and taken to safety.

The moral

So what can we sea anglers take from this? Simple. Always wear a lifejacket. Always tell someone your plans and when you’ll be back. If the worst happens, never give up hope.  Enough said.

Bite alarm – scourge of the riverbank?

A bite alarm app. Practical joker’s delight or scourge of the river bank? Harmless bit of fun or yet another noisy distraction to shatter the tranquility of a day’s fishing?

Here we take a look at the latest technological craze to hook the angling fraternity. You will never look at your bite alarm in quite the same way again…

What is it?

Simply put, this app replicates the sounds generated by many popular bite alarms. Pranksters everywhere have the opportunity to trick their fishing buddies into thinking there’s a big one on the end of their line.

One thing’s for certain – you’ll never be able to risk dozing off again – not while this app is doing the rounds. And if you thought your bite alarm was of a make too obscure to worry about, think again.

Who can I prank?

In short, most carp fishermen with a bite alarm can be caught out by this riparian rib-tickler.

The app has samples of the output of all major bite alarms, and even replicates the flashing LEDs to ensure you well and truly take the bait.

Think ATT, Steve Neville, Delkim, Fox, Nash, Chub, ACE & TF Gear – the selection of alarm signals replicated is growing all the time.

A count down facility even enables your so called friends to plant the phone, stand back and wait for the fun to start. You’ll suspect nothing. Eek.

What do the alarms sound like?

As you’ll see from this clip, the app is pretty convincing.

Rigging a fellow angler’s bite alarm must surely be one of the oldest tricks in the book. But these days, should you find yourself the butt of the joke – your antics are likely to be captured on film for posterity.

Where can you get it?

‘Bite Alarm’ is available on both iOS and Android platforms.

You have been warned.

Alarming Bites – the most surprising catches

The sound of a bite alarm is a call to action, the prelude to excitement and success.

However, the surprising specimens below will encourage caution, next time the bite alarm sounds.

Gigantic Goldfish

Giant goldfish

Giant goldfish
Source: Deep Sea Creatures

When Raphael Biagini wet his line in a lake in the south of France, he probably hoped he’d land a specimen – but a goldfish?

It took him ten minutes to land this giant orange koi carp. At thirty pounds, it is the biggest ever caught and after posing with the monster fish, the thirty year old angler from Montpellier put it back.

With the lack of corroborating evidence, there have been many claims that the photo is nothing more than a clever hoax.

It looks real enough to us. What do you think?

WW2 Bombs

An explosive haul

An explosive haul
Source: WW2 in Color

There have been many accounts of trawlers netting wartime bombs in UK coastal waters, but rarely have there been discoveries on the scale of this one. Fisherman, Pete Tutt was out digging bait last New Year’s eve when he discovered no less than 32 Second World War shells.

German bombers dropped thousands of bombs in the River Thames during WW2, and it’s thought strong currents have caused them to accumulate on the Essex coast.

High tides and bad weather were responsible for stripping away the sand that had hidden the bombs for so long. The explosive find on the coast near Southend was detonated in a controlled explosion the next day.

Now that’s how to start the New Year with a blast.

Scuba diver

A very surprising catch

A very surprising catch
Source: Dive-club

When a sea angler from Devon felt a massive bite, he thought he’d snagged a big fish.

But after a fight to reel in the ‘monster’ he was astonished to discover that he’d managed to hook not a fish at all, but a scuba diver.

Worse was to come when he discovered that his hook was lodged in what we might term, ‘an uncomfortable area’. Luckily, the hapless diver’s girlfriend then surfaced and removed the hook, handing it back to the fisherman with an apology.

On a more serious note – the reason the diver was caught, was that he wasn’t using a dive buoy to mark his position.

A cautionary tale to be sure.

Giant Turtle

Exotic: Alligator snapping turtle

Exotic: Alligator snapping turtle
Source: A-Z Animals

An 80 year old alligator snapping turtle was catch of the day at a reservoir near Birmingham. The angler who caught the 25kg reptile called in the authorities and the turtle was safely transferred to the West Midlands Safari Park.

The catch cleared up the mystery of a strange creature that had been biting through lines and mauling the local duck population. It is believed that the creature – a native of North America – was an unwanted pet, dumped in the reservoir when it became too big for its owner to look after.

G’day Mate

Hooked Down Under: Kangaroos

Hooked Down Under: Kangaroos
Source: FX Directory

Possibly one of the strangest catches ever made – this story was reported in 1950 in the Australian Newspaper, the Hobart Mercury.

A fishing party set out in a small boat, returning several hours later with their catch…a kangaroo. It seems that the hapless animal was chased off a cliff by a dog, and after struggling in the water was rescued by the anglers.

The reporter finishes his article by saying, ‘I don’t ask you to believe it, but I am assured it happened.’

Perhaps the rum the fishermen imbibed out on the water had more ‘kick’ than they expected.

Bite Alarming!

I can barely believe it myself but I’m old enough to have witnessed the evolution of the electric bite alarm, though I came onto the scene shortly after the commercial production of Richard Walker’s famous ‘Heron’. As a kid, the very sight of this piece of fishing-wizardry – safely encased within a glass cabinet in my local tackle store – would have me near-salivating in anticipation of owning one when I got older and, hopefully, richer – they weren’t cheap for a lad dependent on pocket-money.

Heron Bite Alarms
With little prospect of securing a Heron for myself, I took to making my own carp bite alarm; an all-consuming and most enjoyable exercise for an 11 year old blessed with few technical skills but bags and bags of enthusiasm. It comprised a plastic darts-case, two 4” lengths of tin pallet-banding and black plastic tape to insulate them from each other, a standard torch bulb…and that was it, apart from the wiring. I don’t remember how I secured my creation to the bank-stick but I do recall – with a smile – the patience, the frustration and the light touch necessary to keep the contacts apart with 8lb PDQ monofil. Thing was, it worked – rather well at that! And unlike the Heron’s sound-box which lit-up intermittently with the uncertainty of a cagey take, MY alarm remained illuminated, allowing me to keep an eye on the dangling cylinder of Baco-foil. Of course, from that point on, bite detection was effectively manual (i.e. visual) and unaided by the bite-alarm, but it had done its job of alerting me to the cyprinoid-enquiry.

Not to be outdone by his youngest, irksome little boy, Dad determined to construct his own bite alarms and locked himself in the garden shed for the whole weekend. Sawing and banging was occasionally heard so it was a fair bet his invention would be wood-based; indeed, being an accomplished amateur carpenter it was a foregone assumption. Now my father was never one to do things by halves; he took pride in doing things ‘as though you mean it’, and even recommended this policy as a way of thwarting school bullies: “Try to avoid trouble, boys” he’d tell me and my elder brother, “but if you can’t, stand your ground, make a tight fist and bop him square on the nose…do it like you mean it, ok? Bang!” We’d recoil at the mock blow and with good cause! The ol’ man could bring his fist to a welcome halt a fag-paper’s width from your nose. We took his advice as gospel and it proved to be a winner on a good few occasions during our school years – and once or twice since.

Anyway, come Sunday evening, Dad was ready to exhibit his rival bite-alarm to the world, a world consisting of me, my brother, Mum and the budgie. It had the appearance of a converted bird-box and I remember my brother’s joyful observation that it was big enough for a pair of tits. Mum frowned, but her displeasure was halted by Dad’s request to help him ‘launch’ his creation. We could clearly see the large red bulb-cover on the front of the box and naively assumed the alarm would be ‘light-only’ like those I’d made in previous weeks but, like I said, Dad didn’t do things half-heartedly. Handing the experimental length of PDQ to Mum, Dad proudly stepped back and ordered his wife to tug it from the grip of the two contacts…she did so, and all Hell broke loose! The bell could have woken the dead or, at the very least, have signalled a break-out from Wormwood Scrubs, and the warning-light flashed red and angry. The budgie panicked and lost half his feathers frantically flailing around his cage; Mum shielded her ears with the oven-glove and me and my brother pleaded with Dad to turn the ruddy thing off. Very much in his own time, Dad brought the mayhem to a halt with a click of the large chrome switch on the back of the Tit Box, as we later dubbed it.

“You’re never going to use that thing over the pit, are you Dad?” I suggested

“Of course! And why not?” he asked

“Think of my reputation!” I cried, “I’M the one who’s always running around the pit telling people to keep quiet…I’ll never be able to show my face again!”

The argument continued for a minute or two before Dad returned to the shed and deposited his own personal Prometheus on his work bench. It was largely forgotten until we decided some days later to do a night session for the wildies of the Main Pool in South Ockendon, Essex. Barry and I knew that Dad was carrying the Tit Box but, I fancy, the full horror of its manifestation had diminished in our minds; we believed, I think, that what had been deafening within the confines of the kitchen would be all but lost in the great outdoors.

At some time in the wee, small hours, a humble grey-pink wild carp of around 3lbs picked up a tasty ball of Canadian Cheddar and caused a riot in so doing. Torches flashed across the lake, shouts went up and the sickening sounds of wellies kicking Thermos flasks to death filled the night air…there’d been a break-out! Barry and I were mortified: fanatical carpers both, reared on stealth and cunning, we adopted the foetal position and gritted our teeth until Dad had landed, unhooked and returned his fish to the lake some months later.

Next morning we faced a Court of Inquiry but avoided a ducking from our fellow Brothers of the Angle by concocting some cock-and-bull story about the “late arrivals” just up from our swim…we’d sent them packing with their bloody alarm and told them never to return!

In the years to come, further attempts at constructing cheap, effective bite alarms were made, though I have particularly fond memories of the Heath Robinson contraptions we made from bits and pieces found on the adjacent land-fill site: innovative? I think me and my fishing pals invented the word!

I’d truly love to see other readers’ accounts of their alarming ways.

Bite alarm! Fish with big teeth

Fish pedicures might be a great way to remove dead skin from your feet, but some fish would bite your foot clean off.

Check out the teeth on these scary critters – they’ll certainly get your bite alarms bleeping.

Pacu fish

This set of molars and incisors is almost human in appearance, but the fish that owns them is known in Papua New Guinea as the ‘ball cutter’.

Imfamous for biting off the testes of unwary fisherman, the Pacu recently turned up in a lake in Illinois causing consternation among the locals who like to swim there. Related to the piranha, the Pacu’s main diet consists of leaves, aquatic vegetation and, err, nuts.


The Payara is known by locals as the vampire fish. The razor sharp prongs at the front of its lower jaw can grow up to six inches long. But this is no nocturnal blood sucker.

The Payara feasts on piranha, using its monster teeth to impale them before swallowing. A clever strategy considering the piranha’s reputation for eating everything in sight.


Ever felt a little shiver of fear when you’re having a swim in the sea? Ever wondered what might be swimming beneath you? This little beauty has teeth so long, if they didn’t overlap its top jaw, it would never be able to close its mouth.

But if you’re worried about being bitten – don’t be. It inhabits the deep dark ocean floor. At depths of between 250 and 5000 feet, it uses a glowing lure on its dorsal fin to attract prey.

Goblin Shark

This fine looking specimen is a deep sea shark. Like a reconnaissance craft, the massive snout contains an array of complicated electronics for locating prey.

Once a suitable meal has been located in the gloomy depths, the large, fleshy tongue sucks it to within reach of the retractable jaw and the needle like teeth do their job. Unlike most sharks, this critter has thin, pink skin that’s easily bruised. Ahhh.


To say this isn’t a pretty fish is an understatement, but it has some impressive credentials. It has the largest teeth proportionate to its size, of any fish in the sea.

The fact that it’s not very big (six or seven inches) notwithstanding, that’s some claim to fame. The incisors are housed in special sockets on either side of its brain – a wise idea – under the circumstances.


The African Tiger fish inhabits the Congo river basin and is known among local people as the only fish that doesn’t fear the crocodile. No wonder – 32 inch long razor sharp prongs would give any fish a sense of safety.

It prefers turbulent water and has been known to attack humans – the largest ever specimen to be caught – 154 lbs. That’s one apex predator.

Dave Lane Nets Two 30s!

Happy New Year to you all, 2013 is here and once again we have survived through another ‘end of the world’ scenario.

This time it was the Mayan calendar coming to its last page on 21st December but, despite the lunatics sitting on a hilltop waiting to be rescued by aliens as the world crumbles around the disbelievers, we are all still here and live to fish another day. I reckon this must be at least the fifth such event I can remember, what with George Orwell’s ninety eighty four, the millennium bug, Nostradamus predictions and the lining up of various planets to ensure we all perish in a ball of fire. It does make me chuckle but I suppose it gives Yahoo news something to write about eh?

Personally I had a great end of the world party down at the Estate Lake, having struggled for a few weeks prior to this trip it was as if the fish had decided to have a last supper as well, just in case.

The last capture from the Estate had been my twenty two pound mirror over a month before but on the Tuesday morning, after my first night of the session, I received my second ever bite from the lake. I was wandering up and down the bank looking for signs of fish when the Sounder box from my Mag-runner bite alarms screamed out in my pocket as something made off across the lake with the bait.

There was no pre-amble or hesitation, it was just a full on take as line was ripped from the clutch. The following fight was not quite as impressive as the run however, and before long a chunky mirror with a big floppy tail rolled into the net, a chunky mirror that looked incredibly familiar as it happens. I’d only gone and caught the same fish again, two carp in five weeks and it was the same fish both times!

I was pleased to have had another bite but a bit disappointed with the result and, after weighing him a full pound lighter than the last time, realised that even he had probably not fed for a while so the others must have been on a strict diet.

Later that evening though, about seven o’clock and in total darkness, I had another pick up and this fish felt a lot heavier, plodding about in the shallow water and silt in front of me. As it rolled into the net I caught a glimpse of golden scales and realised I’d got a common, and quite a big one at that.

On the mat I could see he was way over thirty pounds and, on the scales, I was proved right when he spun the needle around to thirty six and a half pounds.

Thirty six pounds plus is still a huge size for a common in my book, I think I have only ever had three or four bigger in my life so I was well chuffed. I popped him into a hard-core safety retainer for ten minutes while I sorted out the camera equipment and then took a few shots before sliding him back into the lake.

Nothing further happened that evening and, after a nice warm night’s sleep, I woke up quite surprised to find that I hadn’t had another bite as the conditions were perfect, mild and overcast with a light wind, about as un December like as you could imagine.

I had to be off the lake by one that afternoon and I was all packed up on the barrow and hovering behind the rods as my time ran out. In fact I waited until about ten past before walking towards the first rod, just as the line lifted and started kiting around from the tip, the alarm sounded and I was in again, talk about last second!

This fish fought a lot harder than the other two, repeatedly tearing off across the lake and refusing to be netted. Eventually though, the rod wore him down and I brought him up and over the net cord. Because I am fishing a smaller venue than usual I have recently swapped over to a set of three pound Nan-Tec rods, lighter than my usual distance versions and a pleasure to play fish on, I do like to see that tip cranked right over and feel every twist and turn from the carp, it makes it all so much more fun.

In the net I could see that I had landed something special, the biggest mirror in the lake weighing in at thirty five pounds and twelve ounces, what a lovely Christmas present and, if the world really was going to end in three days’ time, I was going to perish a happy man.



Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary

Well, I said last week it was prime time to grab the rods and get out there on the banks and it looks like I have proven myself right.

Luckily nobody else on the syndicate took my advice though because the lake was deserted as I pulled into the car park at first light on Monday morning. I knew exactly where I was headed; back out on to the peninsula where I had landed the six fish from the previous session, the only thing I couldn’t decide was which of the three swims to fish. There is one off the end and one on each side, fishing into totally separate bays. As it turned out I ended up fishing all of them and I’d taken three of the new landing nets with me in case this was the outcome. I started out just fishing off the barrow for the day, spending half an hour looking across one bay and then half an hour in the other. Even though there is only a few yards between the swims I’d made a note of the colour of the carp bite alarms and kept the sounder box in my hand, ready to run in whichever direction I needed should a take occur, which it did and pretty quickly too.

The single rod fished off the end of the point was the first one away, a spot that has been very productive for me over the last few sessions.

I knew it was a big fish straight away as it kept deep and very slowly plodded along bottom of the gully that runs around the point. The water on the near side of the gully is exceptionally shallow so I stripped down to my pants and waded out a few yards until I had enough depth for the net. With the pressure now right above the fish it didn’t take long to coax him up through the water and into the net. As soon as I set eyes on him I knew which one he was, the big Italian, third biggest fish in the lake but, unfortunately, a re-capture for me. That’s the problem though with fishing for only one or two target fish, you are bound to have a few repeats along the way but I was sure I must be getting closer to my goal. This was my thirtieth capture from the lake this year and, with only fifty fish in there, it could only be a matter of time before that big old leather carp rolled into my net.

After weighing him in at thirty seven pounds, I decided to take a couple of quick snaps of him and, just as I was sliding him back into the lake, the blue light lit up and sounder box started howling away. This was the rod I’d placed in the middle bay, an area I’d yet to catch from but somewhere I’d baited and was convinced the fish had started using over the last week or so. Whatever I’d hooked in there decided that it wanted to put as much distance between himself and me as was possible in a short space of time and the rod was almost wrenched from my hands as he tore off through the weed. Eventually he came to a halt as he locked solid in a huge bed of Canadian Pondweed and nothing I tried would persuade to come out again. Eventually the only option was to tighten right up and slowly walk backwards, ripping the entire weed bed free and bringing it slowly across the surface towards the bank. It seemed to take an eternity to get it to within netting range and, just as it was drawing close, the fish bolted out of the side of it and buried in the weed at my feet. I’d got a good look as he went past and I was fairly sure it was a fish known as the ‘Bullet Hole’ common, the second biggest carp in the lake and one I dearly wanted to catch. Although he was only a few yards out it was a full half an hour before I eventually landed him, having had to go in up to my neck in the water and free him using my feet in the weed!

On the bank though it all became worth the effort as I hoisted him up for the camera, also thirty seven pounds in weight but, unlike the Italian, perfectly proportioned and covered in big golden scales.

This was turning into quite a session and with the common ticked off the list, realistically, it now only left the big leather for me to catch.

I was amazed not to get a bite throughout the hours of darkness as there were obviously a few fish about but I did see a very big fish show right over my second middle bay rod, the swim I had eventually decided to set up camp in.

Both the other fish had come in the morning so I was practically hovering over the rods as soon as became light. Typically though, it wasn’t until I was busy re-casting one of the other rods in the margins to my right that the first bite came, and what a bite it was. Total meltdown is about the only description that fits and the spool was a complete blur. Unlike the common though, the fight was a dour affair and, barring the odd roll on the surface, the fish came straight in to the bank like a dog on a lead. It was only at the last moment, as he rose up over a bank of weed, that I realised exactly what I had hooked. There on the surface, not ten yards in front of me, was the most enormous chunk of leathery back just rocking on the surface. Whether I hesitated or whether he just realised what was happening I don’t know but he chose that moment to wake up and he dived straight down into the same weed bed I had had all the trouble with the previous day. Not wanting a repeat performance of that fiasco I just piled on the pressure and lifted him straight back out again, before he could get too entwined. Up he came, out of the weed and, as he hit the surface in bewilderment, I just slid the net straight under him before he could plan his next move.

Wading back out cradling a net full of carp was such a mad feeling, all those nights wondering when and how and, sometimes, if, that big old beast would be mine and now here he was. It was as if I had been working to a script, first the common and now him, all forty five pounds and twelve ounces of him.

My Northants campaign had come to an end and what a way to finish with the three biggest in the lake one after another. Not wanting to break the spell or ruin the story with a little common as well, I wound in the remaining rods and, after a mammoth photo shoot, packed slowly away for the last time, sporting a grin so wide that it almost joined up at the back of my head.

All I have to do know is find somewhere else to setup the carp fishing tackle and target some other large carp!


40lb leather fishtec Dave Lane

40lb leather


Shark Bite Alarms Fishermen

Shark attacks are an occupational hazard of fishing in shark infested waters.

But there’s something about the stealth of the approach and the speed of the attack, that make sharks a particularly alarming catch – even if you know they’re out there.

We think you’ll agree, that nothing alarms – like a shark bite alarms.

The one that got away!

A shark, a duck and an awkward interview

Extreme kayak fishing in Australia

Bite alarms save lives

When technology goes fishing, cool little gizmos like bite alarms are created. Putting an end to the days when crafty fish sneaked a cheeky nibble on the bait without anybody noticing.

Yes, bite alarms are the guard dogs of the fishing world and will quickly alert you to any underwater intruders. And they can also save your life too — yes really, take a look.

Sleepwalker stopper

Protect serial sleepwalkers from walking up the stairway to heaven by strategically placing fishing wire around the house. As soon as the dozy nightwalker steps on the fishing wire, they’ll be woken up by the bite alarm. Just don’t make the fishing wire too tight — sleep tripping is dangerous.

Stomach saver

Could you honestly remember how to make a Ray Mears’ animal trap when you’re soaking and starving in a dark wood? Anyway, it’s too much like hard work sharpening sticks and that. So whether it’s alerting you to rabbits in a wood or fish in a river, the bite alarm is a much easier option for a campfire dish — especially if you’re a bit lazy.

Snooze patrol

If you love adventuring in Earth’s extremities, then chances are you’ve had to make overnight camp in some precarious locations. Not to worry though, as with a bite alarm perimeter around your sleeping bag, you’ll protect yourself from potential sleepy death rolls over the edge — much less tastier than Swiss rolls.

Arctic alerter

The Arctic tundra is a vast frozen world of desolate beauty, a place where man is pushed to his limit in the pursuit of personal achievement and curiosity. So the last thing he needs is a huge, hungry teddy bear rampaging into camp and nicking all the hot chocolate. Bite alarm tripwires will alert you to any nosey polar bears. After that you’re on your own!

Urban airflow alarm

With fearless foxes and crafty cat burglars roaming urban streets at night, it’s not always safe to sleep with your window open during summertime in the big smoke. Well how about setting up some almost invisible fishing wire bars on your open window? Anything other than cool airflow coming inside means you’ll be alerted sharpish. Safe!