I’m back home now, 6 hours up on Thursday and 6 hours back today.
The Saturday comp day was the only bad day, the comp had the only wave for miles so I never got in the water but the rest was excellent and having a surf with BB & Lfish was great.
Went in with BB this morning early and no sooner had I paddled out when BB called me into a good’n. It turned out to be the best one I got this morning so I considered myself lucky that BBs not a greedy bloke.
I never got the chance to take the 10’ Miske out but having BB ride it in the comp and endorsing its ability made me feel good. Now I know it’s me and not the board.
I really lucked out with my decision to take the 10’6” Mickey Munoz, it was perfect for arra with its fullish outer break. For the first time in my life I was up with the wave count.
The only problem being that I had a tendency to stay on far too long because it had so much floatation and it could take me through to the reform, that in itself was not the problem but the paddle back out was.
After day one I got rid of the side bites and just used a bigger centre fin in the hope of cutting down the drag for the paddle. I even resorted to putting the leash between my teeth to cut down on drag while I was going back out.
Here’s a pic of Tom on Saturday styling his way to a prize the following day.
One of the best things I did this time was to take a laptop and a wireless broadband with me.
It can get really boring living in a tent in the rain and you invariably end up at the pub spending a heap of money, getting written off and unable to surf the following day, not to mention the fight I almost got involved in.
On the day I arrived it was far too wet to set up the tent so I stayed at my mates place and we went up the pub for dinner. No sooner had we arrived than a fight broke out, we thought we were a safe distance from it and then all off a sudden they were at our end of the bar and we had to scarper real quick.
As well as keeping me out of the pub, all it would take is about 30 minutes surfing the net and I would find myself dropping off because I was so buggered from all the real surfing.
Just before I left this morning I had a coffee and a real good chin wag with my mate. It turns out that his aunt had a bunch of really old pics from the early days of woopi and he wanted someone to redo them as digital pics.
As coincidence would have it, he got a local photographer called Bob Weeks to bring down all his gear and retake the pics and Bob is an old mate of Lfish from way back in the 50s and 60s in Cronulla, talk about a small world.
If you have issue 67 of Australian Long Boarding there's a feature on Bob's early work.
I though I would post a few of the old woopi pics that Bob reproduced, this is woopi main beach when it still had the long pier for the loading of timber.
I don’t know when the pier was removed or destroyed because when I first went there in 1962 there was only 2 pylons left but I figure this photo of a white pointer on the pier must have been taken in the 50s because the son of the bloke in the picture is only in his late 50s now.
The thing I miss most about woopi is the old pub, it had real character, this is probably from the 30s and shows a bullocky team out the front.