I have a friend who surfs fishes a lot. On our last trip to Mexico, we traded boards for a few waves, as we often do. It was one of those days that sticks in your head—a hard blue sky above whitewashed slightly by the smoke from a garbage fire under a bridge up the arroyo from where we were camped. The sun was still shaking off the cobwebs from the night before, warming the still-brisk air slowly, preparing it for the heat the afternoon would bring. It wasn’t crowded, exactly, but for an early morning in Nowhere, Baja, there were a few more surfers than one might expect. I almost never surf fishes and almost never surf twin fins.
“Wanna trade for a couple?” my friend asked me during a lull. He was on a 5’10” fish with a twin fin setup.
“Uh, yeah,” I responded. “Why not?”
It was then that he gave the most perfect description of riding a 5’10” fish with a twin fin setup I’ve ever heard. “It’s like riding a watermelon seed,” he told me.