Okay . . . One time I was out alone at my favorite spot famous for very hollow waves and it was perfect. I got stuffed deep in the barrel and shot out of the tube with the spray; actually flying through the air and landing back onto the wave face without missing a beat. When it happened on the next wave I paddled back out exclaiming out loud to myself, "I'm puffed wheat! Shot from guns!!!"
here in Wisconsin today, but hey, I don’t have to go out into it, and the Packer’s clenched their division yesterday...so HAPPY MONDAY MORNING from me 