MUZZA
As George turned up the playing field changed as he charged straight out the back through the middle of the Bay heading directly for the big stuff. To be honest I was kind of avoiding the mast-and-a-bit high, hollow brown swell, right in the midst of the flowing river mouth. On my own felt it felt pretty sketchy and even with George’s presence it wasn’t feeling much better. George had already broken a boom and mast early on in the session but now he’d switched and was determined to charge the big stuff right out back. I was scared as I knew if he broke something out there he was going to need a rescue. The most likely person doing it was going to be me as I was the only one to hand. I didn’t like the look of the house-sized brown monsters out there and knew if something went wrong it could be serious. Dave had already warned us the night before that he’d nearly drowned at Bigbury before and under no circumstances were we going to tempt him to join us for this session. He was well and truly out of the running on this one and decided to video alongside JC to capture our fortunes.