The Indian Ocean drops a load…and then some.
“Jeezus..I’m about ready for it to go onshore.”
Last time Tracks checked in with Jamie Scott, the wildly efficient photographer was busy wearing out the shagpile in the living room of his Margaret River home speculating what the next 72 hours would bring.
“I’m not sure what happened, but every time I’ve come in from a shoot there’s been 100’s of messages on my phone from people wanting shots of…anything.”
“What happened” was that the most hyped swell of the decade actually delivered, big time, and mainstream media wanted in.
Scores of news crews were dispatched to the southwest of WA with strict instructions to capture the “once in a lifetime” for the folks back home.
But where their cameras couldn’t go, Scott could, starting with a shoot staring Dino Adrian and Taj Burrow at North Point before putting a couple clicks further out to sea on Saturday.
A couple hours in to that shoot, Scott squeezed the trigger on a sequence of Justin Holland getting mowed down at Cow Bombie and shit went cray cray.
While Holland was giving interviews and posting on Instagram from his hospital bed (sporting two titanium rods in his newly crushed femur) Scott was working up a sweat back home in the darkroom.
“That sequence got me a front page on the Sunday paper and a couple of news networks bought it too,’’ says Scott.
“I had so many people wanting things, I almost lost track of what was going where. It was nuts.”
And then his phone lit up once more with the digits of old mate Jay Davies, who’d cut short a trip to South Africa to get in on the action.
“I missed the biggest couple days but jeez, it wasn’t bad” Davies said.
“I had a good session at uncrowded Box which is always a good way to spend the day.”
A stones’ throw down the coast, Margaret River’s underground put on a show while dodging bombs and sharks (remember them?) at the outer reefs for the thousands lining the cliffs.
“Saw a big one on Saturday,” reported Courtney Gray.
“I was sitting way out the back of Boaties with Damon (Eastaugh) and it just went straight under us. It was actually quite a funny moment, given what was going on out there to all of a sudden see a shark. We both gave each other that look, like, “Well, we’re sitting 500 metres out to sea, what do we do now?”
Further down the coast still, Russell Ord found himself having a gay old time in shark infested waters with a camera housing suddenly full of water.
“Don’t know what happened,” said Ord.
“All the nuts and bolts were tight and it all looked sweet, except for it being full of water.”
But as he always does, Ord managed to turn that frown upside down and managed to salvage the session with backup equipment.
“Got a couple,’’ said Ord, as he does.
And through it all, the waves continued to pump.
Indeed, as you read this, they still are; though by now, back within reach of everyone. The 10’6’s are back in the rack and Big Wave Dave rests easy once again.
“I’ll chalk that up as one to remember,” said Dino Adrian, midway through a mid afternoon sundowner yesterday.
“No one really knew what we were in for, but all of a sudden Taj and I found ourselves doing step offs at North Point giggling like a couple of little kids. What more could you want?”