Big Waves This Weekend

So I loaded my board into the car Saturday, then hauled out to the beach, only to find that it was huge out there.

I guess that big swell arrived a little early. Because at A-Beach in Morro Bay it looked to be a good 12- to 15-foot. And, well – that’s a few feet bigger than I’d like it to be.

It was a little smaller at Cayucos Pier, but the waves were punishing. So I watched a few guys get mangled and headed to the Rock, where I overheard a park guy say the Harbor Patrol had to rescue a surfer earlier.

So no surf for me this weekend.

But to get you Stoked, I recently did a surf video of local slider Jaime Hannula. Check it out here.

Hannula is leaving this month for Australia to compete in the ASP tour. Once ranked #9 in North America, she hopes to win at least one big contest as a pro.

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Dawn Patrol

Fortunately, I made it out to the lineup on Saturday, getting a little Stoke before the howling winds hit Sunday. It turned out to be a fun day in Morro Bay. Head high or so waves, dolphins leaping out of the water, not terribly crowded. It made me glad I had gotten up at 7:30 to check out the conditions. Which, of course, leads to my next installment of Things Surfers Like:

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 DAWN PATROL 

 When everyone else is sleeping in on a Saturday morning, a surfer will force himself out of bed at some ridiculous hour so he can take advantage of the best surfing conditions.

At that hour, it may be cold, foggy and perhaps even dark. But it doesn’t matter. Because that time of day offers the best conditions (a.k.a., “glassy”) for surfing.

Now, of course, the surfer will certainly complain about waking up this early. After all, waking up early is no fun. In fact, a reasonable person might say waking up early sucks.*

Royally.

Especially if the surfer sees other people in his house – perhaps a wife or a child – who are sleeping cozily as he heads out the door at this ridiculous hour. This hour when he too could be sleeping cozily.

In fact, were it not for the surfer’s buddy, who was assigned the wake-up call, he might have been successfully tempted by further slumber.

But the surfer who waits – the lazy surfer – will find that by ten a.m., the wind has picked up, the waves have taken a washing machine pattern and only the only surfers that remain – usually younger guys who stay up late – are lazy like him.

As painful as waking up this early is, once that neoprene wetsuit is on, and the surfer is in the water, all is right with the universe, and he thihnks to himself: I’m sure glad I got up early!

*You know all those famous writers who start writing at 6,7 or some other insane hour in the morning? They’re insane. Because famous writers are also rich writers with no actual office or factory to report to, which means they should sleep in because, really, that’s the dream all of us working stiffs have.

 Tribune photo (of Shell Beach): Joe Johnston 

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1966 Seal Hunters in Morro Bay

01-28-66-lynann-whaler.jpgCaptain Roy J. Bud Newton of the Lynann with a whale gun.

The Lynann was a whaler, converted from a Navy submarine chaser.

01-28-66-whaler.jpgJanuary 28, 1966

It wouldn’t happen today.

Using logic that made sense in the 1960’s researchers were killing seals to save them.

Working out of Morro Bay, a trio of marine biologists and the five-man crew of the Lynnann were under a 70-day contract to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Their mission was to capture and examine up to 500 seals off the coast of California.

Today capture means tranquilize, perhaps install a 1-28-66-seal-kill-study.jpgradio collar, take measurements and blood samples. Then it had a different meaning. Quoting from the article:

“Although killing seals is prohibited by federal law, the Lynann, a 136-foot craft, is operating under special orders from a department of the federal government.”

“The biologists are particularly concerned with determining the age of the seal and their reproduction systems. Ages of the seals can best be determined by examination of the teeth biologists said.”

“Although armed with a whale gun – the ship is normally used to capture whales – the crew has found that shotguns are the best method to kill the seals.”

No wonder seals, to this day, swim away when you tell them, “We’re from the government, and we’re here to help.”

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The Ocean: Out To Get Me

Ungh.

I went in the water near Morro Rock this weekend, and it was, well . . . kinda gross. First of all, there were a gazillion feathers in the water, which is odd given that one doesn’t expect to find a gazillion feathers — and no birds — in the ocean. And then there was  this brownish, bubbly stuff that I don’t even want to think about. Furthermore, while paddling on my board, my hand bumped into three different jellyfish.

After the first one, I thought my hand had bumped into a head under the water, which led to the obvious question: What if that was a head?

I hadn’t heard any reports of people missing, so I just kept paddling — except much faster than I do when I don’t suspect there are heads floating around me.

Soon it was apparent that the soft-but-ample object I had hit was indeed a jelly. Now, of course, I know from watching “SpongeBob Squarepants” that it’s no fun getting stung by jellyfish. And, according to this Wikipedia entry, it can even be life threatening. So I made sure to watch for jellyfish.

And to make matters worse, I could tell there was red tide in the water. Some people can swim, bathe and eat in red tide and not notice anything. But I happen to be one of the chumps who gets really sick from it. So I spent much of Saturday night sneezing and plugging up my nose.

And to top it off? It was so crowded in the lineup, I only caught a couple of waves before deciding to pack it in.

Guess it’s time to stock up on Clariton-D.

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Local Surf Exposed in National Magazine

My pants are soaked.

I just shot some video for an upcoming feature on surfer/shaper/painter/musician Shane Stoneman, and, well — I really wanted to get some shots of him in the water. So, of course, I just had to get to the ocean.

I know — tough gig.

That video, which will also feature music from Stoneman’s new CD, “Days Gone By,” will accompany the online version of our Stoneman profile in next Thursday’s Ticket. Meanwhile, for those of you starved for water photos, check out this spread by Arroyo Grande’s Chris Burkard. I’ve mentioned him before, but since he’s one of the best up-and-coming surf phographers out there, he deserves to be noted again. Besides, the 21-year-old Burkard was recently named senior photographer at “Water” magazine — kind of a big deal.

In this spread, you’ll notice several shots of San Luis Obispo County places, including the cover, of Burkard at Avila Beach. (Don’t worry, local chargers — no “secret spots” are uncovered.) Burkard also currently has photos of Bali featured on Surfline, which owns “Water.”

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Morro Bay fishing

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I need a little help with this one. It is an undated print from the files showing boat construction in Morro Bay. The top of the powerplant stacks are painted dark and in the background there is a waterfront dry dock facility and the Galley.

Looking at the cars I can see a VW bug and bus so my best guess is this is from the mid 1960’s. Any Morro Bay experts out there who can help out?

Check out The Tribune this Sunday for a story on the decline of the fishing industry and the impacts on Morro Bay.

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Fatal Shark Attack in Morro Bay

I can’t enjoy surfing as much when I fear that each wave contains a shark with its mouth open, ready to pronounce “GOTCHA!” like Misterjaw, the top hat-wearing shark from the Pink Panther series.

 

But that’s how I felt as I sat on my surfboard in Morro Bay last night. In fact, I couldn’t help but make a mental checklist of shark risk factors:

 

1.)    Are you in the water during the evening when sharks swim closer to shore?

Check.

2.)    Are you in the middle of a feeding frenzy where other wildlife that might attract sharks are present?

Check.

3.)    Is the water murky so sharks can’t decipher what’s a human and what’s a sea lion?

Check.

4.)    Are you relatively alone, with few other surfers near?

Check.

5.)    Is it summer, when shark sightings here are more common?

Check.

 

So after catching a paltry two waves, I decided to bail.

 

While I felt a bit like a wuss for leaving, there was reason for laving. Sadly, this summer marks the fifth anniversary since Deborah Franzman was killed by a great white at Avila Beach. Franzman was swimming near a pack of sea lions when the shark attacked her.

 

Before that incident, it had been more than 45 years since a shark had killed someone in the county. That attack, which killed a Cal Poly student in 1957, occured at A-Beach, where I was surfing yesterday.

 

Since a lot of people don’t know much about that terrifying incident, I wanted to find out more about it. Here’s a summary from the Florida-based Shark Research Committee, a leading organization in shark studies:

 On Sunday, 28 April 1957, shock and disbelief would grip one of California’s small coastal communities. Peter Savino, age 25, of Brooklyn, New York, would lose his life while swimming with fellow California Polytechnic Institute student Daniel Hogan, age 22, about 3 kilometers north of Morro Rock at 35th Street, Atascadero Beach, San Luis Obispo County (35°24.2′N; 120°52.5′W). Savino and Hogan were accompanied by 10 to 12 other student acquaintances for an early-afternoon ocean swim. It was about 1330 hours on what was described by one companion as “a very warm, sunny day.” The two swimmers encountered a very strongly ebbing tide that carried them 300 to 400 meters out to sea from their original location, which had been about 50 meters from the beach. They decided it would be best to head back to shore before they were swept out to sea any farther. Shortly after beginning their swim back toward shore, Savino had become exhausted from fighting the current and was being towed by his friend. Hogan recounted the events of the attack to Deputy Sheriffs Don C. Miller and Henry Karagard as follows:“Pete had gotten tired and was hanging onto my shoulder when there was a sudden swirl of water and he disappeared over the top of a big wave. I heard him yell, ‘Something really big hit me,’ and I saw him raise an arm out of the water that was all bloody. I saw the shark hit him. I said, ‘Come on, let’s get out of here,’ because I knew the blood would bring the shark back. I saw the shark, it boiled the water around us and then it all got confused, but I saw the shark. It carried Pete over a big wave. I started swimming toward shore and Pete was right behind me. The next time I glanced back he was gone.” 

Realizing nothing could be done, Hogan continued to the beach and informed classmate Jerald Frank of the tragedy. Frank called a local mortuary, which then notified the sheriff’s office and the U. S. Coast Guard station in Morro Bay.

The USCG dispatched the cutter Alert, which, upon arriving on the scene, lowered a 6.5-meter launch under the command of Executive Officer James C. Knight. Within mere minutes of beginning their search for the missing swimmer, Knight reported, “We located a shark as long as our launch. After making a quick trip back to the Alert for firearms we returned to the area where we had last seen the shark, but it was gone.” Knight was positive that the shark observed was not a Basking Shark (Cetorhinus maximus), as was reported in several newspaper accounts of the attack. Knight also reported sighting several smaller Blue Sharks in the search area. The search resumed the following day, but was unsuccessful. Savino’s body was never recovered.

It is not possible to unequivocally determine the species of shark responsible for this incident. The shark’s length, about 6 meters, probably precluded most untrained observers in the 1950s from considering any species of shark except a Basking Shark. However, Executive Officer Knight was familiar with Basking Sharks and was positive that the shark he observed was not this species. There are some striking similarities between this case and Robert Pamperin’s fatal White Shark attack in 1959. A large White Shark is highly suspect in Peter Savino’s fatal attack.

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SLO County Surf Spots

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Call me weird, but some times I just like to look at surfboards.

That weird?

I’m the same way with drums and guitars. I’ll go into a store, and I’ll just . . . feel them.

So it must have been quite a sight to see the entire stock of Central Coast Surf Boards being moved from its old building to the new location on Marsh Street. (That’s a photo of some of the movers above.)

CCS has been around for a while. But like many independent stores, its vitality could be impacted by corporations offering the same products for less. For instance, Costco sells boards, which, some have pointed out, are made in China. 

One would assume Wal-Mart will be next.

Anyway, I wasn’t planning on whining about China, the economy or Wal-Mart. Besides, it’s not like I have enough money to buy a new surfboard right now.  That economic stimulus check that’s coming?

Bills.

When I think of bills, what I really want to think about is surfing. And since a lot of bills are due this week, here are my favorite surf spots in SLO County:

1.) A-Beach. Even on the most crowded days, you can usually find a stretch of beach here that’s less busy, proving that this ain’t Southern California.morro-bay.jpg And, of course, there’s always great views of the Rock from here. Speaking of:

2.) The Rock. Remember that movie where the guys yells, “I love the smell of bird crap in the morning!”  Okay, so I just made that up. True, there are lots of birds here. And true, birds tend to smell. But sometimes the power plant makes the water freakishly warm, which — while freaky — is kind of nice in the summer.

3.) Shell Beach. When it gets too big or windy everywhere else, it’s nice to escape to calmer conditions here.shell-beach.jpg I prefer the old guy vibe of Silver Shoals, which is more of a longboard spot. Check out the gentle peeler to the right here. That’s Silver Shoals for you.

4.) Pismo Pier. This site took a big hit when the city decided to put meters in the parking lot. But the locals know where to go to avoid them. Since this place is pretty touristy in the summer, I usually hang in Morro Bay.pismo.jpg But Pismo pier, even if it doesn’t have the greatest surf, offers a great SoCal feel.

5.) Cayucos pier. There are quite a few old timers here who are really good, so there’s an interesting (and a little intimidating) vibe. cayucos.jpgAnd it’s seldom really good here. But when it is, the place is just classic. When it’s mellow, it’s a nice retreat. But it can also toss you around on bigger days.

Photos: Nick Lucero, Dave Middlecamp, Joe Johnston, Jayson Mellom

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1968 Underwater Easter Egg Hunt

 

 

Donald Gordon spouts water, displays Easter eggs from Morro Bay High School swimming pool.

April 9, 1968

With all the recent hot weather a trip to the pool sounds good.
Over my career I have covered a lot of Easter egg hunts but never one under water.

This idea was unique enough that two photographers and one reporter went to the Morro Bay High School pool to cover the event. Barry Minett stayed dry while David Ranns used a Nikonos to take underwater photos.

According Family Editor Linnea Waltz, more than 200 youngsters crowded the pool to compete at five stations organized by age.

Linnea was still at the Telegram-Tribune when I interned here in the early 1980’s. She and Dorie Bentley were nice to the new kid, occasionally buying me lunch because I looked too scrawny.

However Linnea hated my habit of whistling tunes while making prints in the darkroom. On weekends I knew that she had come in to write a story when, without warning, the door would crash shut followed by the sound of stomping feet back to a desk.

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An Old Surf Photo, a Cool Surfboard Exhibit, and a Clint Eastwood Surf Tale

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The surf was pretty choppy on Sunday, but I managed to squeak in just enough ocean time for a weekend Stoke. 

Not long before that, I was trolling through Surfline and found this cool old shot of a guy surfing in Morro Bay. Looking at it, a couple of observations quickly came to mind:

1.) That’s a big wave. Assuming this is a normal-sized guy, I’d put this wave around 10-12 feet. Since swells are biggest in the winter, I’m guessing it was sometime between January and March, leading to observation #2:

2.) This guy had to be freezing. You’ll notice the lack of a full wetsuit here. Jack O’Neill came up with the surf wetsuit in the 60s, but it would still be a while before every surfer had one.  So this guy is roughing it in what is probably 50-degree water. Brrrr.

The photo doesn’t have a name attached — only the nickname Sandman. So should Sandman see this, I’d love to hear more details about the photo.

While we’re talking surf stuff here, did you know that Clint Eastwood was a surfer? In this Save Trestles video, he talks about surfing San Onofre in his younger days.

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And while we’re still talking about surf stuff, the Surfrider Foundation is putting on a really cool show Friday in honor of International Surfing Day. The exhibit, at La Perla del Mar Chapel in Shell Beach, will feature a collection of surfboards presented gallery-style by various shapers from our area, including Nick Cooper, Chad Jackson, PJ Wahl (that’s him on the right) and Gabe Lo . The event will include music, food and drink, and it runs from 6:30pm -10Pm. A $1 donation will be accepted.

Meanwhile, the local Surfrider chapter is encouraging everyone to get out and surf Friday. According to the forecast, it’s supposed to be small that day (Look for 2-3 feet, at best.) But you might want to get out anyway since it’s going to be even smaller on Saturday.

 Wahl Photo: www.cameroningalls.com

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