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No wind or waves for me this weekend. Friday there were six footers at Flys, caught by Jon Jeff Eric et. al (me at work). Saturday I was unmoved by the tale, but Sunday I was walking out the door to head to Shinnecock East when a huge crash in the kitchen meant my morning would be not spent on waves. Packing up to go home Sunday night the wind began blowing from the East. 6.2 easy. The comedy continues.
Photo at Flys last Friday by Jeff Schultz.
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not to rub it in mike but it blew thursday..wound on 5.7 on 88 litre for 2 hours...most ive seen in a long time.
Posted by: scott k. | July 30, 2012 at 10:52 AM