Yeah... well... I remember the day Scott pulled me in from WAY out at the skyway in NE winds before I got blown over into the rocks. That smellfish dropped out of the sky and I was swimming in deep water with what looked like a big shiny fishing lure!

I haven't had many other big rescues, and I've never lost my kite, but I learned plenty the hard way.

My most recent idiotic moment was self launching in the dark at the skyway at midnight to find my board hanging in my lines 15 feet above my head. It took some creative flying, crawling and jumping to finally get it down without having to ditch the kite. I think I heard circus music too, but nothing like when trying to launch the venom. Launching that thing for the first time is like being gang raped by 3ft clowns at center stage.

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