Whew...

Decided against a beating and surfed the sissy spot yesterday, four hours of SUP'in and wrangling.
Sore today after four days in a row of decent surf.
Had a fire and some music in the afternoon, air 73, water 55...but still, Indian Summer rocks!
Oh, and meatloaf sandwiches from Davey Jones ain't bad either.

I don't feed trolls but...
Yes, my deck peeled on my 10'0, wasn't the glass job-when I say my glassing sucks, it's because they tend to be cosmetically imperfect, solid but imperfect. The 10'0" has more sessions on it than I can count, three years and counting, never leashed-ever.
So show me yours troll?

And the other troll (sametroll.jpg)...it's a blog dealing with the Ocean...hence "baited" rather than "bated". We writer types call'em puns.
I don't know what your breath smells like but mind is somewhere between a whale burp and some barfed up krill from a freshly caught tuna. This is also written in quite the hurry, I put very little thought in to waxbumps, its for me, not you or you or you.
Me.
You read it cuz you have nothing else to do.
That's fine.
Otherwise I would make it go dark or spend way too much time in other word bath's, no doubt paying no mind to grammar, syntax or any of those other rules that I feel do not apply to these random passages in a personal, train of thought blog.



That takes care of the trolls.
For now.

Funny how we have become a people so quick to nitpick, to criticize, so in a hurry to win the game, like its all some sort of competition.
It isn't, you know.
I know this.
You should learn it.
Not a competition.
Say it with me.
Not a competition.
Black, dark black.
Same.

Well, trolling (oooh, a pun) the Noll this weekend...on the 10'0", surf report looks passable. Last years free surf sessions in the afternoon's was teh awesome, hope for more of that.
The contest itself?
Well sure, why not...but I find with these contest things, I am more about the Brotherhood, the sharing, the shapes, the surfers. The sense of community we so lack in the less populated spots of Oregon.
I miss that and seem to find it at these get togethers.
Oh, don't get me wrong, wood is good and the t-shirts rock, the goody bag ain't bad either.
And contests are a competition...lolz....
But I tend to put my head somewhere else while contesting...and besides...wut?
Nothing left to prove for me and my surfing. I am happy just flailing around in the soup, really!

Well, off to get the lunches made, girls off to school and work, surf spots to glass and boards to repair.
Now, go do the right thing, have more fun than you should, paddle harder than you want to, take off later and drop that fucking leash, will ya?