For the first time I began skiing in the Midwest, I got in the water before April 1st. [did I beat you, Water on the Brain?]
I rode my new jumpers. The word from the boat crew was that I was caught off-guard by the accelleration of the skis on my first cut. Apparently, It was an "oh shit" expression. The boat crew's observation matched my own feelings at the time.
Sorry, no pics. we went out at the last minute and I didn't have a camera with me. My apologies to my millions of readers (Ok, that's a stretch). You'll just have to imagine some guy riding a new pair of Goodmans behind a POS '97 Moomba on a choppy public lake that was full of floating, dead, rotten fish