Of course I started this topic to tell my story, so I'll begin this thread I hope to get many laughs out of.

The day I really joined the Penguin Club I was kiting at Redhead back beach, north of Foster, essentially north Tuncurry. You haven't heard of it as a kiting spot because it's not.
I didn't know enough to know how much I didn't know.

It was nor east, which is a little off shore there, yep.

Dropped the kite almost immediately on entering the water, started getting blown out to sea.
Then I saw a shark fin pointing towards me in an area I now now to be a shark breeding ground.
Pulled the safety, scrambled for the rocks, cut myself up, spent 20 minutes picking the lines out of the rocks to wind them up before POP, the LE of my kite exploded on the rocks.

F@#k it, I'm going home.