It was only a matter of time before someone got hurt. I expected it would be your’s truly, since a big man on a little kayak is bound to lead to disaster. But it wasn’t the Fat Paddler who got hurt, it was none other than paddle-mate Burnsie.
Now I do feel a little responsible. I had asked him earlier if he’d like to do the Hawkesbury Classic with me, a question which obviously shook him and lead to his loss of concentration, and inevitably, to his injury. Because as we passed the half-way mark on our paddle, Burnise admitted to me that he was hurt, and hurt badly.
So we hit the paddles hard and rushed back to the Spit to seek advice and medical aid. On our return, Burnsie showed me the true extend of the injury (for the squeamish, stop reading now). And what an injury, I was amazed he’d been able to continue at all.
I know I know, horrific.
So Burnsie, if you are out there reading this, please know that the Fat Paddler and his readers are sending through get well wishes, and hope the flesh-wound heals soon.