After a dry six weeks, I had a pleasant but pretty uneventful surf except for the fact that I was being sexually harassed by a seal. Okay, it wasn't really harassing ME, but it was lovin' on the tail of my Cooperfish Hornet.
Since I'd lost that will to surf for a while there, I decided the best way to feel good about being in the water was to take out my favorite board. That Raw board just wasn't giving me a reason to wake up in the morning.
As I was sitting on the Hornet, I happened to catch some movement underwater and glanced back to see the seal submerged, batting at the pintail with it's front flippers. Aw... kinda cute. Okay, wave.
Then as I was sitting on the Hornet trying to stuff some floating plastic bag into my wetsuit to be emptied later into a bin, I felt a brush against my leg and I screamed like a little girl and paddled like a maniac. I think I shocked the swimmer trying to get into shore. SpongeBob laughed, "Was it the seal or the swimmer against your leg?"
"I hope it was the seal!"
Later, as I was lying on my board, SpongeBob called over, "The seal is lying on the tail of your board!" I glanced back, and indeed, it was resting its head on the tail of my board. I figured I could live with that since I was doing pretty much the same thing, hanging out, sunning myself. I turned back to the horizon. Then I felt the board start capsizing and I glanced back to see the seal trying to haul itself onto my board.
"He's humping your board!" Sponge Bob shouted.
Okay. I know most people's mornings aren't complete without a little animal/inanimate object touchy-touchy, but by this point I was feeling a little jealous. My board, and if anybody's going to straddle it, it's going to be me. I paddled like a maniac.