by oldmansurfer » Mon Apr 24, 2023 6:50 pm
I quickly became addicted to paipo boarding as it was such and improvement from bodysurfing as it was way faster allowing me to make waves that there is no way I could make them and in addition I got tubed and made it out nearly every day whereas bodysurfing I rarely made it out of a tube. I started altering the basic design of my board adding a concave in the nose and a channel from the concave to the tail and a nose rocker created by placing a heavy weight on the nose and pouring boiling hot water on it then letting it dry. I added a layer of glass on the deck and a rope handle on the nose to hold on to the board when wiping out. One day in the fall after I graduated from school I was sitting around the house with my paipo boarding pal trying to figure out what to do. He said we should go to the north shore because he heard it was up. I agreed so we went out there and pulled up to the break called "Pine trees" and it was empty perfection. We couldn't believe how lucky we were. So we went out only to find it was huge with faces of 15 or more feet and sets breaking outside with 20 foot faces We both chickened out and decided to poach an inside wave and call it a loss. Then the next day were sitting around wondering what to do and my pal says "I don't know about you but I want to go try those big waves on the north shore and it is still up." I was feeling bad having not attempted to ride those big waves and agreed. This has been another lesson that carried on with me although now I am old and out of shape so no longer matters. The waves are only there for a fleeting moment and you need to ride them or regret not riding them for the rest of your life.
So we went back to pine trees and again it was empty perfection so we went out. The first wave I caught was so big and steep, I needed to use my arms to catch the wave and felt like I was going to fall out of the sky but turned my board at the top and the shape of my board was such that the tail was the widest point of the baord and it worked like a fin sticking into the side of the waves. I went so fast got so tubed and made it out. At the end of the waves there was a slack section with about an 8 to 10 foot face and once I hit that I started skipping just like I did bodysurfing and I already knew the solution although the skips were much higher like maybe 6 feet up off the wave. So I put may arm out and it worked great just like bodysurfing I spun around and my legs hit the top of the wave and I paddled back into the wave and then did some spinning as that was the only trick I knew for slack portions of the wave.
I caught so many waves and then realized my pal was not catching many and I asked him what was up. He told me he was tired from getting pounded. By then I had taken a few poundings but they weren't so bad. I got pounded bodysurfing worse than that. After a while I realized my friends board was not wider on the end and he was dropping down the waves instead of turning at the top. Oh well but I had a fantastic day bodysurfing after getting over the initial fear of the waves. You might wonder about paddling out in these big waves but our boards were minimally floating, just pieces of wood and we could grab them and dive completely under the biggest of waves and come up after it passed overhead. I caught waves that had tubes so big that you could place a whole school bus in the tube in front of me. I found that riding high up allowed for maximum speed and often on the deepest tubes I had there was a sensation of going sideways. The board was pointed down the wave but made no progress in the direction however it was moving extremely fast sideways. This sensation also occurred when I later board surfed. The waves where I got that sensation I almost always made the wave and came out of the tube. One of the waves I caught where you could put a whole bus in front of me closed out on me. I had almost made it out but the wave collapsed on me right at the end of the tubing part of the wave. The wave tossed me up in the air where I was maybe 10 feet or so above the top of the whitewater. I could see the whitewater was sloping down where I was going to land so I arranged my board to land on it with a downward orientation so that hopefully I could continue on and it worked. To my surprise I hit the whitewater and shot out in front of it bottom turned and then did spinners as that was my only trick.
That day we surfed by ourselves for an hour or two but then some surfers came out but about every ten or 15 minutes a huge set would roll through breaking way outside and none of the surfers were in position to avoid it and suddenly we were alone again. This repeated a few times till we went in. After paddling out for the second time one of the surfers paddled over to me and offered to let me use his surfboard if I let him use my paipo board. I told him I wasn't a surfer and didn't want to use his board. But he wanted to use my paipo board because he had never seen a paipo boarder doing what I was doing. Translated to getting tubed and making it out repeatedly. Later on I might have entertained the notion of letting him use my paipo board but this was still novel to me, getting tubed in huge waves and making it out.
After that session my pal and I both bought wetsuits which for me was a beavertail which I cut the tail off eventually but it was not only to keep us warm but more so in my case to pad my body from the board on these huge waves.
So what is worse.... dying or regretting it for the rest of my life? Obviously I chose not regretting it.