A few hours ago I'm out surfing and I noticed a couple of spearfisho's jump into the rip that runs out near the rocks. A little while later I notice the guy waving and calling out to his mate but didnt take too much notice. After paddling out after a wave I notice 2 local women surfers sitting with him and he's hanging onto their boards so I paddled over and this guys exhausted and in trouble so I get him on the front of my board and he must have been 125 + kilos. Luckily it was my 10 footer . I got him in close but the rip got us again and we had to do it over again. He couldnt even kick his legs or paddle with his arms he was that buggered. Because his legs were in the way I could only kind of dog paddle him in because he's laying in front of me. In all this drama the loose crown I had as a front tooth came away and now I've got a front tooth missing. My missus nearly pissed herself laughing. I'm buggered if I know what he was doing out there but that was my good deed for the day and I need a new tooth for Christmas.
Yes - the proverbial Irish tourists. A bloke and two girls - who went straight out at the biggest part of the break and got washed out into the rip and were soon 20-30m behind the break. The bloke got himself in, but the girls had no idea and were trying to breast-stroke straight in. After some instruction to freestyle across the rip I could see that they were in trouble...
I was on my 7.2 and ended up getting off and letting the girl who was furtherest out on. I asked her to paddle and I was behind the board in the water sort of pushing whilst swimming one arm stroke. She was just dead weight and in the end after about 10min of going nowhere I had to put my arm up and get the lifey to come and get her...
...then I had about 150m paddle back in (thru the rip) - i was stuffed.
Oh, and the other girl must have been a bit fitter, as she got part way in, where another surfer looked after her until the lifey came out for another pick-up...
I have had to help out a couple of tourists at Redgate beach a few years ago. Was on the booger (back was stuffed) there was a bit of swell and a nasty rip next to the rocks. I noticed the couple, a very large chested woman and a skinny little guy next to the rip and they were sort of standing and jumping onto the shorebreak on a foam bodyboard. Thought nothing of it except that she had good stats.
Caught another wave in and noticed they were now in the rip and looking a little worried as they were no longer standing as well in the rip. I yelled to them if they need help, they declined so I paddled back out. Caught another one in and by this time they were in serious trouble, getting towed out ot sea holding onto there foam booger. I paddled into the rip which by now was getting stronger with the rising swell and seabreeze.
Long story short in trying to help them we almost all drowned as she was panicking and just kept on clawing at me like a drowning cat. The BF grabbed the foam board and made a swim for the rocks when we got pulled close enough to the rocks, he made it up on the rocks then got hit by a set wave and he didnt see where he went. Assumed he got knocked out and drowned. The chick was absolutely hysterical and I was trying to keep her afloat as the rip tossed us around all the while with me trying to hold her up with atrophy in my legs after what felt like an hour. It was then she told me it was her birthday! Talk about putting the pressure on. I ended up telling her to stop fighting it and we just will have to see where it takes us.
The rip then took us out as far as it went and we managed to get to the side of it and paddle to shore on the other side of the sort of groyne where it all started. We found the BF lying on the rocks cut from head to toe and in shock, got him back to there van and got him in the shade and on the waters.
They came around to where we were staying that night and brang me a carton of beer which we all drank. She was very keen on me and her catching up when she got back to Perth as her German BF was flying home in a week, bieng the faithful, loyal man I am I politely (regretfully) declined but was the sort of day you never forget.
I have had to help out a couple of tourists at Redgate beach a few years ago. Was on the booger (back was stuffed) there was a bit of swell and a nasty rip next to the rocks. I noticed the couple, a very large chested woman and a skinny little guy next to the rip and they were sort of standing and jumping onto the shorebreak on a foam bodyboard. Thought nothing of it except that she had good stats.
Caught another wave in and noticed they were now in the rip and looking a little worried as they were no longer standing as well in the rip. I yelled to them if they need help, they declined so I paddled back out. Caught another one in and by this time they were in serious trouble, getting towed out ot sea holding onto there foam booger. I paddled into the rip which by now was getting stronger with the rising swell and seabreeze.
Long story short in trying to help them we almost all drowned as she was panicking and just kept on clawing at me like a drowning cat. The BF grabbed the foam board and made a swim for the rocks when we got pulled close enough to the rocks, he made it up on the rocks then got hit by a set wave and he didnt see where he went. Assumed he got knocked out and drowned. The chick was absolutely hysterical and I was trying to keep her afloat as the rip tossed us around all the while with me trying to hold her up with atrophy in my legs after what felt like an hour. It was then she told me it was her birthday! Talk about putting the pressure on. I ended up telling her to stop fighting it and we just will have to see where it takes us.
The rip then took us out as far as it went and we managed to get to the side of it and paddle to shore on the other side of the sort of groyne where it all started. We found the BF lying on the rocks cut from head to toe and in shock, got him back to there van and got him in the shade and on the waters.
They came around to where we were staying that night and brang me a carton of beer which we all drank. She was very keen on me and her catching up when she got back to Perth as her German BF was flying home in a week, bieng the faithful, loyal man I am I politely (regretfully) declined but was the sort of day you never forget.
Jeez mate that sounded like a heavy experience. At least you got a carton of beer.
I have had to help out a couple of tourists at Redgate beach a few years ago. Was on the booger (back was stuffed) there was a bit of swell and a nasty rip next to the rocks. I noticed the couple, a very large chested woman and a skinny little guy next to the rip and they were sort of standing and jumping onto the shorebreak on a foam bodyboard. Thought nothing of it except that she had good stats.
Caught another wave in and noticed they were now in the rip and looking a little worried as they were no longer standing as well in the rip. I yelled to them if they need help, they declined so I paddled back out. Caught another one in and by this time they were in serious trouble, getting towed out ot sea holding onto there foam booger. I paddled into the rip which by now was getting stronger with the rising swell and seabreeze.
Long story short in trying to help them we almost all drowned as she was panicking and just kept on clawing at me like a drowning cat. The BF grabbed the foam board and made a swim for the rocks when we got pulled close enough to the rocks, he made it up on the rocks then got hit by a set wave and he didnt see where he went. Assumed he got knocked out and drowned. The chick was absolutely hysterical and I was trying to keep her afloat as the rip tossed us around all the while with me trying to hold her up with atrophy in my legs after what felt like an hour. It was then she told me it was her birthday! Talk about putting the pressure on. I ended up telling her to stop fighting it and we just will have to see where it takes us.
The rip then took us out as far as it went and we managed to get to the side of it and paddle to shore on the other side of the sort of groyne where it all started. We found the BF lying on the rocks cut from head to toe and in shock, got him back to there van and got him in the shade and on the waters.
They came around to where we were staying that night and brang me a carton of beer which we all drank. She was very keen on me and her catching up when she got back to Perth as her German BF was flying home in a week, bieng the faithful, loyal man I am I politely (regretfully) declined but was the sort of day you never forget.
Jeez mate that sounded like a heavy experience. At least you got a carton of beer.
True, but not perfect,carton of beer ( ? ) good shag ( priceless ) both on the same night,now ya talking
I saved a lucky yanky at Waikiki one night. I was paddling in from one of the reefs along from Queens, and I see this guy kind of swimming, mucking about.... paid not attention to it.... maybe only 30 seconds later I see his head is dipping under, and I'm curious as to what he's doing.... and then it clicked, he was starting to drown !
So I swoop over to him fast, and he sees me too, and I kindly invite him to grab the board... I knew he was in strife, so I calmy told him to just to rest, I'll wait here with you while you get your breathe back, and then we'll go in together.... He couldn't believe his luck.... another 30-45 seconds, he could nearly have been history!
He had baggy shorts on with bulky pockets, an oversized t-short, and strap on sandals, and even a good swimmer would struggle to swim in that garb !!