Stuck quite a way off Cave Rock in Chch, NZ with no wind and an 75 litre board. NW wind just dropped out. The locals had all gone in as they saw the southerly clouds approaching!!.
Drifted for 30mins trying to swim with the rig, hopeless. Took the battens out, rolled the sail around the mast, (just like the old days) attached the boom to it and ditched it. Started paddling the 'surf board"
By this time a howling southerly was blowing offshore, ie where I was trying to make it to. I was going sideways not forwards and heading towards the headland.
In my mast protector(remember them) I carried spare rope and a square dayglo coloured flag about 60cm x 60cm which I could attach to my arm and wave which i did every 10mins.
After about another 60mins i heard a siren in Sumner. 10 mins later the lifeboat had come out and picked me up just before I headed around the headland.
Someone had seen my flag thro binoculars from a house that overlooked the bay!!
I was emabarrased to say the least. The guys in the lifeboat were great and made me stay wrapped in towels for about an hour at the station.
I felt warm out on the water and back on shore but within 5 mins I was shaking uncontrollably. Hypothermia!!! That was scary.
A thank you note and donation were delivered to the Sumner Lifeboat the next day
btw they found my rig about a half a mile from where they picked me up.
Doing 30knots in 15cm of water with a 46 cm fin. The 10 second memory loss was bad enough and swallowing salt water hurt too but it did not compare to the laughing from fellow sailors who witnessed it from 10 metres away!!!!!
I DESERVED IT !!!
Christmas time at Kyeemagh a few years ago - finding a park, a piece of beach and dodging the rubbish - the smell of kerosene and not sailing Wanda instead.
Nice windsurf crew etc and wind but never again at that time of year.
Just came in on the back of a wave at Long Reef and was turning my gear around when the following shorebreak knocked me off balance with the wave running up the sail, flattening me underneath it!!! The weight of the water and sand was squashing me into the beach. I could vaguely see fellow sailors looking down at me but I couldnt move. One hand was actually flopping around trying to lift the trailing edge of the sail. I just had to wait until the water drained off and the guys yanked the sail off me. Scared the crap out of me but gave everyone else a bloody good laugh.
Lesson learned, watch the ocean at all times!!!
Taranaki Wave Classic 2009.
Cross-off wind next stop Antartica, or Tassie if your lucky I suppose
. Classic 'one last run - no energy left' lesson that I seam to learn over again every couple of years. Never been as close to needing rescue before though, and never been happier to see a jetski launched.
See http://www.sessionlogs.com/Mickel-slog-4642/Beware-of-that-one-last-run
Someone managed to catch the wipeout on film too.