Come mid ‘arvo’ with both sailors warmed up and ‘Cartons’ Carter up overhead in the chopper, the siren sounded once again for the final shoot out! With the pitch in good shape, groomed by a fresh south-easter and a lined up two metre swell, conditions were declared ‘going off’ and it was time for this deciding bash to get underway. The Köster Kid was taking no chances and added another Johnny Foreigner to the mix, Danny ‘Dunny brush’ Bruch to try and take out our local hero Jaeger Stone. Needless to say that was as popular as a rattlesnake in a lucky dip. Up in the sky Carter was feeling rough as guts after another night on the turps. He’d a mouth like the bottom of a cockatoo’s cage and was gasping for some more neck oil come beer o’ clock. Down below, the boys were smacking the waves nonstop with more hits than Shirley Bassey. But the big question was, who’d won the sacred Margaret River ashes? Did ‘Cartons’ Carter manage to call it or did he get splinters in his daks from sitting on the fence again for the comp. In desperation to swing the decision the crazy Kösternator was sailing like a frog in a sock and had thrown down a bonkers stalled double while Jaegermeister had unleashed some of the finest hell turns and proper grouse gouges to woo the crowds.