The wave forecast was middling (maybe we'd get some knee high) but enough of wanted to get out that a search for waves was called. I checked Flying Point whilst Peconic Jeff (Atlantic Jeff on these days) cruised the Hampton Bays breaks. 
Scott was scoffing at photos from the Bunger cam and other reports ("Anklesnappers!" he roared, and suggested Bunger was under the influence of influencers) but Jeff reported 4-5 foot waves running wide and long at Ponquogue, so the Wolf and I met him there (Flying Point had nothing).
The sun was shining, air about 60, water not too cold (we wore light hoods and no gloves, 5/3 wetsuits) and Jeff's call was accurate! Long rights could be had (Jeff was on one for half an hour, it seemed to me) and lefts too. I haven't SUP'd much over the winter, so what my Sunday performance lacked in grace, style, competence etc it made up for in gratefulness and laughs.
Scotty me droog, ya shoulda been there!
(Top: I am happy to be on the water. Bottom: I would be happier if I stepped forward. Photos by Jeff Schultz.)
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