Searaider here, to clarify our fish. First, we were going tuna fishing, and crabbing as a secondary harvest, also maybe some salmon fishing, we fished Friday and picked up a few tuna thanks to id painter calling us in on some , thank you id. At the cleaning station we picked up some fresh salmon carcasses from another fisher and put them in some of the cheap square wire pots , rigged up with a 4way to oneline pull setup so when you lift the pots they come up level. We use a crabbing davit arm and snatch block , to pull the pots by hand as we only go to 100' and need the exercise. We pulled the pots fri and again sat am and rebaited and headed out to tuna fish. We tried the same location as the previous day and didn't do too good so grand slam said he'd share some of his fish if I could catch 'em. We had some luck, but not as much as some fish hogs named jack and roy. Boy are they lucky or what? Way to go you Tigers.
Anyway back to the crabpots and the great white, upon our return to pots at 7ish my friend jj was grunting a little more on pot #4 then his usual grunting. After about 10 or 15 min up he comes dead by drowning. Stuck between the gills and front fins in our 4way lift line. As near as I can figure he came in, crushed the pot and by doing so collasped the lines around his gills. We called OSU and Fish and Game and were told to bring it to port, they didn't believe it to be a great white even though my friend jj had caught them before although not this large. I've been diving around lots of sharks before, but also not this large of shark. 12'4" tip to tip. As big around as a 55 gallon barrel, and inside his tummie was a small porpoise or dolphin. Yes the troopers did come, and Coast Guard were there for awhile. but thank goodness for those guys, they have a job to do and protect all our resources. It's a mixed emotion seeing such a beautiful large fish die, kinda the same feeling I get when I am looking at a beautiful bull elk I am about to clean. Thank you Lord for each of your creations that we are to care for and use with gratitude. The great white was hauled to OSU marine sience center. Lots of pictures to follow as soon as I can get some one that knows how to send them.
sea life. long sea grasses and large jelly fish fill the water. it is warm, the tuna are close to shore, there is food in the water. there were 2 white sharks in the cove this week and the feeding frenzy there is worth a look these days even if not worth taking surfboard off the roof racks. surfed some steely grey waters in cannon beach a few nights ago after listening to a good shark story. the creep factor was off the chart as i swam between sandbars... the deep spots between outer sandbar and shore, light waning, my champion of a board ghost riding a perfect right, all the way to the beach, a long swim, no one around to see it, i could almost feel the teeth sinking into my exposed belly....
S WIND 25 TO 30 KT. GUSTS UP TO 40 KT. COMBINED SEAS 11 FT DOMINANT PERIOD 8 SECONDS.
I'm not saying it doesn't/hasn't worked...
But a good surf scar is a great icebreaker...
Shark bites are even better.
W WIND 15 KT. WIND WAVES 4 FT. W SWELL 8 FT AT 10 SECONDS.
Gonna stay with the theme...
Big scary sharks...
And women...
How could I go wrong?
...went out and surfed with my Dad and cousin today. Checked a spot my cuz had recently stumbled upon during a long hike along the north coast (for the record, by stumbled upon, I mean we had though it could be surfable before....he was the first one to see it with the proper conditions). The take off is really simple - a wide zone that doesn't steepen very quick; in fact my Dad was in on the wave really early on his longboard. A couple seconds after you take off the peak kind of mushes down the face, and the wave starts reeling, not too fast, but you don't want to dink around or you will get caught behind the lip. If you don't botch it to this point, (and you have to try hard to botch it), the wave just opens up all of a sudden. It just starts pitching over you section after section. I'm terrible at pulling into the green room, but you can literally just sit mid-face on the wave and let the lip fly over you, it's beautiful. And if you aren't into the whole barrel thing [!!!], you can just carve up and down forever. Anyway, being just us three we surfed for two hours and were exhausted. The rides were pretty long, all the way into the closeout right before you hit dry sand. All the patience has finally paid off. Its amazing to see what happens if you pursue your dreams/fantasies and they actually come true. All my hope for finding more new breaks is restored. I'm stoked again. Its sweet.
~lappis
Wow! Two days in a row...bitter cold...sat around the corner...swell bringing head high roping lefts every 10 mins...tried to maintain position at the end peak, but the current was ebbing strongly...got a couple, then my hands started to go numb...a few sets broke outta reach...got a few more shorter rides...the east wind started to hack at the peak...went in, kept the suit on, heated up...checked the other peaks, negative...went back, a little more glassy...tide a little more slack...nice left lines...stood on the rocks too long, started to shiver...went home sunday morning, opted for pre game festivities...after the disappointing finish made the call to the usual spot to wash the season away...late afternoon perfection...flawless 16 sec swell...not a cloud in the sky...slightly overhead sets, ocassional 200 yard walls that would take 15 minutes to cycle back...the lineup coulda used a few more waves before dark descended, but the ones that were had were fablously lined up and powerful...got the biggest and best ride as the sun dissappeared...racing from the takeoff 50 yards and wacking the top three times in rapid succession as the wave wound up for another long section...got around and was too spent to lay into it, but rode the whitewater inside as my hands started to hurt...could barely get the fly zip off...my fingers seemed frostbitten headed home with the heaters full blast.
~pro moe
I went to ********** where the only way out was to hike to the tip of the cape. Then with a running head start you jump off the one hundred fifty foot cliff, timed so that you land in the water just as the water surge is going out. It should also be noted that the only way to clear the rocks is to use your board like a wing which also slows you down for impact against the water. After killing one, two, possibly eight sharks on the way to a perfect hard-bottomed point break, a cleanup set started coming in, which was perfect 'cause I was already way outside peepin' the set up. So I air dropped into my bottom turn and eased into a spitting stand up barrel when the Mother of all the sharks I had recently slaughtered, attempted aerial vengeance, but failed and in doing such, I was tubed by her which brings my standupbarrelbyashark count to five. No biggy, but a lurching shadow and her dorsals' last three inches of her 29 were closing in on me. I proceeded to do what anyone else would do and performed a roundhouse not seen since Maverick from Top Gun placed himself behind the Mig-29 while trying to save Goose. Instead of botching it like Maverick though, I made my line high on the wave paralell with the beast when my sixth sense told me it was time to cut back, and cut I did. Coming straight down the wave I sliced her from gill to gill with my fins as I dexteriously reached into the center slice and grabbed her still pumping heart. The shadow of her carcass faded as it sunk to be claimed by Poseidon. Finally, with all that out of the way, I was able to enjoy the rest of the wave with out interruption, except; for maybe a pleasant midwave snack.
~pra
This kind of stuff is pretty run of the mill...killing monster sharks with your bare hands (and skegs)...jumping off ragged capes into rock strewn lineups...sneaking past scout masters into mysto point breaks...basic Surf in Oregon.
