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The surf has been pretty crowded over in West Oz. I was snaking my way through a frothing wave, when all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I spied a malibu rider, proning straight down "my wave". This caused me to straighten out and totally stuffed up my wave. I paddled out with steam coming from my ears and was ready to confront the bastard. When low and behold he Van Winkled on me was gone. Never to be seen again. |