It's rather embarrassing actually. It went like this:
I was down at Margaret River with some friends and family who had come over from Queensland for my 30th. One was a keen surfer and I'd borrowed two 7'6" mini-mals so that we could go for a surf, but I can count on one hand the number of times I've tried to surf and I wouldn't call any of them successful. So I'm a rank beginner.
We went out at Gas Bay away from the point as we didn't want to get in the way of the lineup. My friend had already told me that this size board was too big to duck dive, but I've got about 25kg on him so after my second abortive attempt to get onto a wave, when I was paddling out for the third time, I thought I'd try my luck anyway. Didn't work, I got caught in the froth and properly tumbled. I felt the fin hit my foot hard and then the flap of skin flapping around in the water so took a look. I could see right down to the tendon, bone and other gooey things and cursed, though it didn't really hurt much.
Went straight to Margaret River hospital, which sent me straight to Bunbury hospital. One doctor there wanted me to stay overnight and go into theatre the next day, even though the tendon was still intact, just to get it cleaned thoroughly. I wanted to get going though, and the registrar of the hospital came to have a look and said that it wouldn't get any cleaner, and I could go and get it stitched up after a few days propped open to expel any more sand. That's the way I understood it anyway.
So I left, went on the winery tour we'd had planned for months, and now it's un-stitchable.
The board was just a cheap beginner NSP with generic plastic fins.
I have a few more photos, here's one:
