I was the last to arrive at the Bowl for the early morning session. Bill, Jon, Scott, Frank and the Wolf were already sailing, and Fisherman was rigging a 5.2. I took a quick look at the action (everybody was planing) rush rigged a 5.3, got into my drysuit and carried my gear down to the water…where everybody was now on the beach, glaring at the suddenly light winds. Oh no did I miss it?
The Wolf, Frank, Bill and Scott carried their gear off and derigged. Fisherman said “I’m going to try a bigger board” which sounded like a plan. Grabbed the 109 and tried to follow Jon out (he on a 6.2). But Jon couldn’t get planing, and I couldn’t even get going, so I bagged it. Fisherman, who is relentless in his pursuit of waves, tried launching anyway.
As soon as my sail was in fact in the bag I noticed Bill and Scott staring out at the water. I joined them, to see Fisherman planing, catching waves, jibing off of outside swell…he was having himself a fine little Bowl session. Argh, I thought.
“Argh” Scott echoed, reading my mind.
“So rig,” Bill said to Scott. “In five minutes you could be back on the water.”
“Yeah, well you know how THAT works,” Scott replied.
“Absolutely,” Bill agreed. If we rigged, the wind would die. We were experts in meteorological jinxes.
So we watched Fisherman sail some more, until he came in to add outhaul (as the wind was strengthening.)
I left in disgust. Next time I’m sticking with Fisherman.
That's hilarious! Mainly because everyone knows exactly what you are talking about...
Posted by: Fish | April 14, 2011 at 07:49 AM