Christian emailed me at 8AM: Nice little waves at Ponquogue...he and Jeff were going in to SUPsurf. I got there at 9 to find those two + the Wolf enjoying a generous smattering of thigh high waves. "Snack waves," the Wolf dubbed them, and they were playful. They'd pop up anywhere...there was no particular spot to catch them. The waves would turn left and right...I don't mean break left or right, but change their orientation to the short left and right. And every once in awhile you'd get a nice long left that would keep you busy for quite awhile, with zero penalty for surfing all the way in.
Yeah yeah you say the headline says I was almost run over by the Wolf! It's true. Five years ago the Wolf and I collided whilst wavesailing at Ponquogue. At the time I was sure it was my fault but the collective opinion was that You Gotta Watch Out for The Wolf. Today it happened in slow motion: I was down in the water, the Wolf took off on a wave heading right at me, Jeff was behind the Wolf watching him bear down on me, and the Wolf stared at me as he came closer and closer and closer. My eyes went wide, Jeff was laughing, and at the moment of truth I estimate the distance between the Wolf's board and my neck was approximately 10 inches.
"Did he go over you or around you?" Jeff shouted.
"Around, I think!" I was sure I was going to be hit. I don't know how he missed me.
A fine little sesh otherwise!