It's Not the Arrow, It's the Indian

It's been soooo flat for soooo long - ahhh! Much to my delight, there were small waves this afternoon when the high tide pulled out.

Half of the light crowd at the pier were on Wavestorms, including a blond dude who took off toward me as I was paddled back to the lineup after one of many waves. I called out and then dove under my board, but he made the turn and didn't come too close.

Him: "Sorry I scared you. I did see you."

Me: "Well, you're on a Wavestorm...."

Him: "It's not the arrow, it's the Indian!"

Which only makes sense if you don't think about it hard.