back in time,me and my sister decided on a quick juant to a place we have frequented in the past.our parents grew up there.so the area is of family signifigance.alot of people that we knew in town have moved on but a few still remain.
My sister and i are fishermen(fisherpersons?
)and the area is known to attract pelagic species in close so we were on the hunt.the particular place we were headed i'll call Beezlebubs Gorge.it takes a 3-4 km walk to reach the gorge along cliff faces,with tracks that are at times only 2 ft wide.Dad was part of many a rescue of fishos falling off cliffs back in the day.nothing like watching a town full of drunk people rescuing a drunk fisherman.
as we scoured a hill along the way i turned to take in the view.right before my eyes was a mechanical righthander bowling around the backside of an island a decent way offshore.i took a couple of snaps(which you'll never see
) and pondered its ridability.when we returned home i took note of the bay and quizzed dad on its possibilities.
he knew the wave.when they were kids the used to body surf it,thinking thier boards would get eaten on the rocks.he thought it would be ridable on more modern equipment
.christmas holidays comes around and i find myself in town again.
this time on a poorly organised mission with two mates,its new years eve.
while setting up our tents we noticed a sign stating a reward for a stolen motorbike.tents erected a quick surfcheck is in order.when looking at the waves out in front of our camp at spanner head reef we noticed another sign about the motor bike.
my mate scott announces his intention to defecate in the bushes nearby.so myself and Dean(the other guy) avert our eyes from this horrifc occurence.
Scotty returns from the lavatory mentioning that he found a motorbike covered with branches.seems obvious now but at the time i didnt twig
.i just told him that if he thought we were going anywhere near the direction of his freshly made nest to look at some clapped out moto he was "f#ckin dreaming."Later on beers in hand new years was looking very dreary.Scott wont let up on the stupid motorbike,so we agree to look at it if he covers up the brown 
before we follow.he uncovers what turns out to be a current modle honda trailbike!nearly brand new,our eyes are bulging.Boolseet.
we push the bike back to camp scratching our heads about what to do with it.
the sharpest of what must seem like a blunt array of tools(us) connects the bike to the stolen bike signs we keep seeing everywhere
Dean(moto head) wants dismantle it and take it home in the ford laser hatchback to keep.Scott wants to sell it and i want to collect the reward and drink it at the local Bowlo.
conscience gets the better of those other two grovellers so we ring the number on the sign.
the guy takes about 30 min to get to us and it never really occured to me at the time that when the two huge bikies that got out of the truck to pick up the bike would suspect that we were infact the darstardly robbers?
.they gave us half of the reward stated and made no secret of the suspicions the suspected
which was ok with me considering the options were half the reward(300 bucks) or having a lay down next to my teath. 
our big plan is to hit the local bowling club for the eveing.
in a town with a population of about 300,three single blokes are hardly going to blend in
3 blokes,$100 dollars each thats alot of beer in a bowling club in the early 90's,eating is cheating
a whole world of ugliness is about to unravel.through the course of the night i manage to,narrowly avoid getting punched,reach over the bar to self serve,slip over in somone elses ralph.take 1.5 hours to finish a game of pool and put on an impressive striptease for all the local Desperate Houswives.quite the spectacle.
luckily i was recognised by some old family friends and thus avoided the deserved mauling.once we had managed to win evryone over(yeah right)
i got talking to one of the local surfers who was also well liquored.
he mentioned a mechanical righthander at an undisclosed location.trying to act like he knew something that i didnt
i looked at him and spoke the location of the wave i had seen with my sister.
his smile dispersed.he may have even went a little pale
the next morning we went back to town to collect Scotty.who was sleeping with his arms and legs wrapped around the front left tire of the car.like some kind of human wheel clamp desperate to not be left behind.
we surfed the wave for 4 days straight with no-one out.
loose lips sink ships
