Some of the locals on the shoreline had seen this all go down .One of them hollered to his brudah in the water to go get the board. But with the sun almost set, the board on it nearly all black belly made it nearly imposable to see. It got to the point where we didn’t even see it anymore. The board was gone. He couldn’t believe it, hell I couldn’t believe it. That’s a expensive lesson to learn, but one I’m sure he won’t repeat.

So as I opened, going to the Westside is always an adventure. This trip was no acception. Aside from a lost board, we all caught some great skim and came out unscathed.

Until next time.

 -Skimroach