I'll wait to see if Kevin is going to share the whole story..

Probably the funniest part is his buddies board shorts coming off as he tried to hang on to the kayak after he fell off while being towed by the jet ski..

There has got to be more " I almost died stories" with all the noobs that joined in the last year...

Yeah, he retired from the kayak!! I felt horrible, but at least he's still calling me to fish. Poor dude lost his whole bag, and least the pole he kept onto, but also lost the rod holder.

I said "f**K it, I'm paddlin the whole way back". I did, but like Mo said, it took like 3 hours (stopped multiple times to pump water out of my yak as I was sinking with waves breaking in my lap). Crazy day, but hey, at least nobody was shooting at us!! Gotta be thankful for that!

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You must've saw more than me than Mo. All I know is it started to get hairy around 9am, and we were heading back. After an hour of fighting the swell and not even to the bend, a lifeguard on a jetski shows up and asks if we want a tow. My buddy said "Hell Yeah" and I said I didn't. After about 25 minutes or so later, I couldn't even see where they were they were. I never saw him wipe out but he told me about it when I got back to the beach. I knew Jaime and John were headed back and Jaime hitched a ride on the shrimp boat. John and everyone else peddled back.

Yup, me and John made it back but it wasn't easy.. I wish I had a GoPro cause that would have been some classic footage right there..

Wait a minute...I KNOW...You're not talking...about me, MF.

A few years back, when I had the BHR (Blue Holy Roller), I stooped pretty low and received a tow...Jim

Looking back we should have never gone out that day. It was fine at first but as soon as the wind picked up all hell broke loss. We were peddling as hard as we could. Going forward we averaging 1.6 knots, but if you stopped peddling you were going backwards at least 3 knots. Biggest swells I have ever seen, it was like rolling down a steep and trying to peddle up the next one.

Mo and I were dog tired when we got back to the canyon. I cracked open a beer the CG flies by towing Silbaugh's friend. It was some scary shit that day.


I give some huge props to Silbaugh he was out there in that muck for hours. We were on shore waiting long time, eventually he did make it back on his own.

I think that day caught most of us by surprise. I think only Greg Andrew was the only one that scored on the yellows as he got out much earlier than us (early bird gets the worm!).
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