Okay, here's one from me...
This was about 3 years ago, when I was in Sydney, and I went out for a surf with Jimi from the forum.
We were down at Cronulla, but it was a huge day out on the points and on most of the beachies. So, inadvisedly, we went in right in the corner of Cronulla beach where you can rarely surf because its very sheltered. However, after a bit of a tiring paddle out, the sweep just rocketed us north along the beach, and out of the sheltered section. Jimi caught on to what was going on earlier than I did, and caught a nice big broken wave to take him all the way to the beach... but I'd left it too late and had been swept next to the rocky section
I tried to paddle into the shore before I got to the rocks, but didn't make it. Now what I should have done at this point was just ride the freight-train cross-shore rip past the rocks and get out about a mile or so up the beach... but, no... I still tried to make it to the shore even though I was now opposite the flat rock section.
Then a larger wave came along and pushed me forward, and so I rode it in as far as I could... onto the flat section of rock in about knee-deep water. That's alright, no problem, I'll just wade in across the flat rocky section, riding the little crumbly whitewater waves when I can.
...And then it sucked dry
Suddenly I was standing on a dry rock, very
very exposed as a double-overhead crumbly monster of a wave came bearing down on. I had several seconds before the wave hit to think about my options... nope, no options. I was going to get hit by the wave while standing on a rock.
I put my board down onto the rock in front of me, and put as much room between me and it as I could. Then as the wave hit the rock shelf (effectively a reef), I dived headfirst into the clean face that was suddenly and very briefly there. That got me into the wave enough that although still caught by it, I was surrounded by water. Fortunately, as the wave collapsed over the rocks, it didn't drag me over the falls, otherwise that was game over. I got swept across the rocks, arms over my head and curled up in a fetal position, and bounced off the bottom a couple of times, but fortunately always on the flat rocks and not the big sticky up rocks. The hold-down went on for a couple of weeks (okay, a few seconds) and quite a distance, and then I popped up in the middle of the whitewater. My board was bouncing around in front of me, so I grabbed onto it, jumped on top, and then rode across the rocks in front of the wave in ankle-deep water, until finally the wave lobbed me onto the sand.
Result - me, slightly battered but surprisingly intact considering. Board, dinged to hell and back, and missing some fins. All told, could have been a lot worse
Moral of this story - Think about where you'll end up, not where you'll start. And don't try to beat the rip.
