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 Never turn your back on the seaFrom: B. Parry It was a windy summers day. We had arrived at our destination early, Gunnamatta beach, before sunrise... It was dark and thus, being the duds that we are, we waited for someone else to arrive. Though, this could be considered the smart thing to do as it was dark, we'd never fished there before and all we could hear were crashing waves. Hours passed, we were well set up, the fish weren't biting but it was great! Fishing in the surf, a warm day, the only downfall may have been the amount of surfers. They have every right to be there of course, but they sometimes mistake lines for hurdles. Unfortunately while I wasn't watching, one had knocked down my 12' foot rod! At first all I heard was a scream... "ARRRRGGGHH!!", came the squeal from an old greek lady further down the beach... as I turned around I saw the rod floating into the depths (well shallows, but depth sounds more dramatic). I quickly plunged into the "so called depths" and was about waist deep when I finally grabbed my rod. I begin the trek back to shore with all eyes glued on me. I'm sure it was the sun but I could feel my red face burning with embarrassment. One of my mates was killing himself laughing! Then again... This time louder, and higher pitched... "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!", from the same lady. On my way back in I had stupidly turned my back to the sea. As I twist around I see a wall of blue, a wave about twice my height towering over me. I just stood, frozen, and waited for impact. BANG! Down I went, it felt like an eternity before I rose again. The first thing I heard was my mate, still laughing, and the lady... STILL screaming. It was almost ironic that after all that, still, clutched firmly in my hand was my rod. This time my face was seething red. All I could do was take off my hat (which was amazingly still on!) and take a bow. I even got a clap! Though I'm sure it was out of sarcasm. After all this, once I was back to where our gear was set up, dripping wet, missing a thong and now covered head to toe in sand, my mate, who had stayed in the same position the entire time utters... "Need some help?" Well, better late then never I suppose. Least there was some justice, I was the only one to catch any fish that day :) Cheers, B. Parry |
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