Short session before it really started nuking. Got to the lake around 1:00 in the afternoon. Driving in I saw the water and really wished I had something smaller than a 6,0 and 115l board. Strangely enough after rigging, it dropped way off. I went out and it didn't take long for the wind to fill back in. Soon I was powered and absolutely flying. Most of the time I was wishing it would just back off maybe 5 mph (or that I had a 5,0-4,5), but it was all manageable. The only problem was the floating debris. Most of the time I managed to steer clear of the half-submerged logs. I hit two while jibing, but no big of deal. The third time hitting a log I was on a broad reach and I nearly killed myself. I was flying, had to be doing 28 or 30 mph, bearing off wind, just skipping across the tops of the chop, grinning ear to ear and then, bam! Board came to complete stop, but I, hooked in, kept flying. I haven't been slammed that hard in a long time. It felt like a semi smashed into me. I was a little discombobulated after I emerged and managed to get myself untangled out of my booms and harness lines. I was definitely seeing stars. Board and fin were fine. I was pretty shaken, though, and limped back in to shore. That was basically the end of my day. I was worried that I might have a concussion and I felt like I was bleeding from my nose. After a while of sitting down, all was fine, though. I eventually went back out (it was just so good and I hated to quit), but wind got a bit squirrelly. So I decided to just call it quits, consider myself lucky for not breaking my neck, and to get my sore body home. It was a good decision, too, because it picked up 10-15 mph more while I was putting everything away. It was blowing easily 30 with higher gusts, when I left. Some wingers were having fun and kept sailing as I drove away. A big "Thank You" to the winger who came by to see if I was alive after my spill! Glad I didn't get knocked out. Watch out if you're heading to Jordanelle. Lots of debris!!!
Grant McAllister, Jr.