surfing world : world contest, 1970
Keone was also at the mercy of the waves.
Nat didn't have the waves he wanted, perhaps another board, would have seen him through better.
Perhaps he had the one he liked, but couldn't get it doing what he wanted.
It was Rolf who was able to show what he had going, and it was Rolf who should have won.
From the very beginning he did well.
Only once in his semi did he nearly miss when he took a fourth.
It was in his last semi, that I could manage on three waves to come third to Rolf's first.
We all used different boards, though speed was the key to all our riding.
Had a movie been taken of the final, I'm sure we could see some way-out riding.
High-speed, rail-skittering surfing on fast, peeling waves.
The waves were good for the final, in fact they seemed to be touching on their best.
Perhaps a shade under one of the semis, when the waves as big as eight and ten feet began to punch through.
It was the (peace?) and emptiness of Johanna that struck me as I slid over the (?) swells.
The waves at Johanna are more powerful than Bells because of the southerly direction the coastline faces.
Swells from the south belt unimpeded into the cliffs and open-beaches.
(With) subdued, joyous delirium, the organizers, who were subdued by the long windedness of the contest, but nevertheless, joyous that the damn thing might soon end, sent everyone through semi-finals etc., 'till they were left with a hand full of so-called, best surfers.
I'm not casting asperions (sic) on those who were left, but surely some who were not present were eliminated by more than the competition.
The light began to fail at beautiful Johanna as the finalists were sent into the water by chairman of the contest Eduardo Arena.
Before we hit the water I had objected against the lack of waves.
I had just come in from a semi-final and had seen how some surfers had only been able to catch three waves yet the winner would be
decided on five.
It was just another wave-catching contest.
Surfing skill was almost secondary when you realized that some riders didn't stand a chance under the five wave system.
At this point the World Contest seemed to mean very little to Arena.
It was the concluding of the event that meant everything.
As it turned out there were no waves ...
... (Nat?) performance in the semi-final cannot fire in the final.
He takes off on too many impossible walls and is forced to ride back inside the white water; he keeps digging a rail as he comes out of turns and finishes up swimming a couple of times.
Downing gives a pretty straight-laced exhibition of basic surfing.
The hassling for waves out in the water is quite severe and it is only the ever moving Aurness that has consistently clean take-offs.
The final ends five minutes before dark.
There is little doubt who the winner is.
We leave Johanna with the off-shore wind still blowing.
Thursday sees the long awaited end of the contest.
The Womens events are run-off at a little place called Skenes Creek on the south side of Kennett River.
1st Rolf Arness (USA)
2nd Midget Farrelly (Australia)
3rd Peter Drouyn (Australia)
4th Reno Abellira (Hawaii)
5th K. Downing (Hawaii)
6th Nat Young (Australia)
1. Sharon Weber (Hawaii)
2. Margo Godfrey (US)
3. Barbara Belyea (US)
4. Joyce Hoffman (US)
5. Martha Sunn (Hawaii)
6. Jerico Poppler (US)
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