Dubbock and I were primed to get back up to Sulphur after Saturday's very pleasant planing.  But no, Grant and Duane insisted that DC would blow based on a steadily climbing Sundance Arrowhead at 10:00.   JD called from the dam at 12:00 that it was starting to whitecap and I got my butt up there.  Grant, Duane and I spilled off the banks in short order, although by the time I got on the water, after frenzied rigging dweebage, Jim had been on the water for an hour, John for nearly that long.  All of us rigged 8-somethings, thinking the whitecaps were just a tease.   By 2:00 we were getting spanked big time.  I got launched and slammed enough times that at one point, I just lay on my board wearily watching people in powerboats coming by on their way to seek refuge at the dam.  If I had had a hacksaw, I woulda cut 6" off my fin then and there.  Grant got bloodied to the point where beach picnic-goers were ready to call 911 (it was merely a nasty headwound he washed off with Miller High Life).  I saw the bottom of Duane's speedy new Hyper appear magically once as the wind decided he needed a dunking.  John even said it was challenging - Ha!  
All of us went down, except for... DCJim, who put on a prodigious 3 hr show of non-stop planing with nary a missed jibe, let alone any of the flailing I was suffering.  I was sure he had another 40 lbs in his pack to balance out his 8.5, but couldn't find it when he came in.  Geez, I need to go sit on his front porch and meditate.   
Big fun, we all got our money's worth and way more.  Hope the Sulphur Creekers got some too.
			