Ty Arnold, William Arnold, Russell Molney, Daniel Haggerty, Marcus Davidson, Nicolas Huet, Sebastien Marro, David Perry, Steven Benson
They knew there was a swell coming. Everybody does these days. It all depends on what you want to surf. About 3am the BJ began rocking at her anchorage. There was no wind and little sleep till the sun burnt silhouettes of volcanoes along the eastern horizon.
Solid, tubing waves welcomed them for a pre breakfast bash. With the double-ups it was a case of breakfast smash. It was hands in the air barrels, and some! Dinosaur salivating spits exploding from within. Sheer utter chaos if you did not make the wave. Screams and hoots and adrenaline till after lunch when the whole crowd, all 8 of them, were spent and there was nothing left but sleep as big perfect waves gnawed at the shallow low tide reef alone.
They moved on that night. The desire to surf other spots with real swell a persuasive magnet. They scored perfect lefts till the swell dropped off and all and sundry were literally surfed out and did not care anymore. It was one of those charters.
The Capt put it down to the good karma that accompanies surfers from the Central Coast of NSW. They always get bloody good surf.
Ty, Russel, Dan, and Marcus simply ripped the shit out of everything.
Bill was in the thick of it and enjoyed watching his son and his mates surf. He and Dave had an ongoing fishing competition that yielded a Blufin Trevally and a barracuda. Not much, but it was all in how they played the game.
Dave had booked the trip last year but all his mates pulled out. He averaged 3 surfs a day for 10 days, had the time of his life, and was on his way home to organize a BBQ and video showing to stir his mates up.
Steve's bag went missing for a couple of days and proved the theory that all one really needs is a pair of boardshorts and boards. It had been a long time since he had surfed. Nothing like real waves to get that grommethood stoke back.
Nico, one of the French connection from the alps was blown away by what he saw. He and his mate, Sebastian, were snowboarders. Good ones at that. They took on all the challengers of big waves. Well, when you ski high mountains, base jump, and climb cliffs, a bit of water ain't going to hurt you. In Sebastian's case, the reef got him in the end, but the Capt's suture job pulled him back together and he left the boat feeling a bit bruised but happy nonetheless.
All-in-all and epic trip!!!!