by Ed Temperley on Thursday 20th September, 2012 258627 Views
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PACING back and forth we questioned and doubted our decisions during one of the most active times of the year in the Atlantic, but this is commonplace for any swell hunter. Words and pictures, Matthew Clark
Most East Coasters were jubilant over the predictions of Hurricane Leslie's intention to sit off the coast and churn days of medium period swell to shores stretching from Puerto Rico to Nova Scotia. However, for us, it was different. Each step we took from 'home base' became a step into the wild, the unknown. Many of the waves we were searching for aren't even looked at as "surfable" by most locals, and therefore there were't any tips lying around.
Every mile is another Dollar from the wallet as you stretch your reach into the unexplored coasts of New England. From golden sands of the Mid-Atlantic to the rugged and uninviting rocky shores of Northeast, New York brothers Will and Cliff Skudin, prepared for a week spent coursing across Leslie's swell that had she liberally dispensed to the northern region. All of this in hope of discovering and hoping sticking a descent down an unfamiliar wave face.
Plenty of unnamed mythical slabs litter this part of America's coastline but unfortunately she wouldn't give up her secrets without a fight. "We went fishing for Marlin and caught Mahi-Mahi. It's not what we were looking for, but it still tastes good." explained Will Skudin, announcing through somewhat gritted teeth and salted lips that while the excursion was anything but a failure, it was "time to go home".