Please... PLEASE!! Don't be this guy.

I know some of you have probably seen this as it has been circulating for a day or two now, but it's worth reposting.

A kayaker was pulled off the rocks just off shore of devils punch bowl by the coasties after he was separated from his kayak.  He was not wearing any kind of immersion gear but was wearing a PFD.

http://newslincolncounty.com/?p=27677

With a little more swell he could have been toast. Lucky guy.

On that, my wife and I were watching the news when the footage of him getting rescued played.  My wife said, "I sure hope that's not one of your guys".  I told her no way, poor guy is wearing shorts.  Not that I'm opposed to shorts, but when it's the big blue, big blue ain't playin'.
Glad he is ok,
-Scott

Why did he tried to step on the rock??? That is what I don't understand. What the heck was he doing trying to get out of his kayak on a teeny rock like that with wave action?

I can only guess that from the location and wave action, he was immediatly separated from the yak or it was a sink.  Without a tether or no way to retrieve a swamped yak, he went into "get me the hell outa here" mode.

"...after he tried to step from his kayak onto the rock, and fell."

Its a little hard to understand from the article but it seems like he was trying to go from the kayak to the rock, so he wasn't already in the water at the time.

I just wonder if it was panic in the waves (they didn't look that rough IMO) or was it his plan hang out on that rock. I just wish someone would have cautioned him to 1. dress for immersion and 2. stay away from the rocks! 

This guy is incredibly lucky to be alive and should have taken some kayak lessons etc. before going out into the ocean, I'll leave it at that.

Zee you are right, another foot or two of swell and the guy be sleeping with the fishes...

Some one stepping from a boat to shore, and doing the splits, is a classic (but not classy) move. Usually results in getting wet.

Wonder if he gets charged for his rescue?

Some one stepping from a boat to shore, and doing the splits, is a classic (but not classy) move. Usually results in getting wet.

Wonder if he gets charged for his rescue?

But it wasnt "shore" it was a kayak's length or two of rock a few feet about the water line, with waves surging...I still don't understand what this person was thinking, was he seriously trying to land on that rock?

That is a interesting point about getting charged. He should be IMHO, it was serious enough to require a helicopter.

From what I understand, if the Coast Guard decides you were being sufficiently negligent, you may end up getting a bill in the mail for the helicopter ride.  I wasn't in the CG though, so I'm not totally sure.

Ok, I read the ariticle from the cues here.  I hadn't realized he stepped off a perfectly good yak onto the rock.  So I made a call and found out what really happened.  He had left the shores of Oregon and after paddling for what seemed an eternity in the endless sea, he observed an island on the horizon.  By his calculations he had been paddling for at least 1500 yards.  Finally he reached the previously undiscovered island.  This new land promised salvation, and as he stepped foot he claimed the island as his own.  Also unknowingly he scuttled his yak.  As time passed, about 3 seconds, it became evident the island was uninhabited.  His searches revealed no water, shelter, or food.  The more time he spent alone on the island, about a minute, he longed for human companionship.  Finding none, he befriended a crab.  The crab lived in a crack and he named him Friday.  Still this was not enough, and as the pangs of hunger haunted him...thoughts of cannibalism crept into his mind.  For nearly a whole complete 5 minutes he endured this forsaken place, then at last...salvation came.  The wings of freedom set upon him and he was free, and home for dinner.

Now, I need to refresh my drinky...   

Well, at least he had a whistle.    That may well be what saved his ass.

 Ever since I saw "Open Water" (a very long water safety movie), I have had something to make noise with and something to make myself seen. (The Pink paddle top was not planned but it didn't hurt).

.... The wings of freedom set upon him and he was free, and home for dinner.

Now, I need to refresh my drinky...   

Scott, you been hanging out with Andy lately?

Scotty,

We should team up and write a combination bromance novel/creationist myth starring this unfortunate kayaker.
...And Friday, using his sinewy, yet throbbing chelaped, unzipped the soaked Billabong tanktop-style rashguard that was clinging to our hero's magnificent pectoral muscles...

We could make a villan out of that cranky beer gutted old guy that always surfs there, and eventually defeat him with decapod-kayaker hybrids in board shorts.

I like your style, dude. Let's make it happen.

I'm down for a freestyle articulation fest.  There is a myriad of fuel for the mind to glean from.  My latest inspiration came yesterday while taking my wife's vehicle through the ultimate drive through car wash.  I was second in line and it gave me opportunity to closely scrutinize the employees.  I observed three on duty, one female biomass, a thirty-something (lookin 45 because tweak is bad for you), and a younger male biped who does what's it's told.  It puts the dog in the basket, it rubs the lotion on the skin, or it gets the hose again.  So I return my gaze to the female, whom I ponder why does she look so familiar?  As she walks about from the register outside to the waiting customer windows, taking short little annoying steps, flipping her straight black hair that goes to her first butt.  I say first butt because some people have two butts, she has two.  I am looking at the attire, all black, wayyyyy to tight itty black shorts(makes the front butt pooch out), tight black shirt two sizes small, and the big round J-Lo sunglasses.  Then the smartly chosen black rubber boots got me.  How smart she was to endure black rubber boots, too small, but then they look like car-wash Ugs.  It hits me that Snooki got a job at the car wash.  I like her spunk and keen sense of fashion, since she was on MTV she would know.  I get to have her at my window now and fight the urge to tell her she looks like Snooky, I fight it bad like fiend holding a rock, I had so much material on hand it was killing me.  I turned down my Judas Priest, not wanting to scare off Butt-N-Boots.  I wanted to ask her if she and J-Wow were still friends and if a grenade strolled by I would jump on it speedy quick.  Now she is punching my car wash card and hands me a "courtesy dash board towelette".  That's when I got to look at her close, definitely Snooky laying low in Oregon, and give her a quick wink.

Just a shared moment so she knew, that I knew.  With that Snooky flipped her hair and spun around taking her small quick steps back to the register, two butts and all.  Then I turned my attention back to the older tweak loving BMX riding dude, trying to get my antenna off.  He was grinding his jaw furiously as he toiled.       
The car wash is well worth the price of admission, I think, and my kids love it as much as I do.  My favorite part is when everyone in the car screams while pretending to be attacked by an enormous mythical sea beast while going through the wash.  On this trip through I decide to celebrate the Snooky sighting by screaming extra loud with the kids. 
Yo, this a hijacking...

Ok, I read the ariticle from the cues here.  I hadn't realized he stepped off a perfectly good yak onto the rock.  So I made a call and found out what really happened.  He had left the shores of Oregon and after paddling for what seemed an eternity in the endless sea, he observed an island on the horizon.  By his calculations he had been paddling for at least 1500 yards.  Finally he reached the previously undiscovered island.  This new land promised salvation, and as he stepped foot he claimed the island as his own.  Also unknowingly he scuttled his yak.  As time passed, about 3 seconds, it became evident the island was uninhabited.  His searches revealed no water, shelter, or food.  The more time he spent alone on the island, about a minute, he longed for human companionship.  Finding none, he befriended a crab.  The crab lived in a crack and he named him Friday.  Still this was not enough, and as the pangs of hunger haunted him...thoughts of cannibalism crept into his mind.  For nearly a whole complete 5 minutes he endured this forsaken place, then at last...salvation came.  The wings of freedom set upon him and he was free, and home for dinner.

Now, I need to refresh my drinky...   

Well, that makes sense...

I thought he was doing an in depth study of the mating habits of the Stellar Sea Lion..

I'm saying this 'cause the morons ok but some people just deserve the stupid sheet that happens to them. I hope they bill him...