It was on our very first night of the trip that Robert Gregory, owner of Two Brothers Surf and father to our surf guide, Marsh Gregory, mentioned something about a game they play with every new crew at the camp. Our minds raced with ideas of what we could be in for, but after surfing our brains out for four days straight, it seemed a distant memory. That distant gap was bridged all too quickly in the form of anti-venom that our guide Marsh gently set down on the adjacent table. Nervous laughter and looks of fear began to overtake our surf stoked and sunburnt group as we began loudly brainstorming what the fuck was underneath the aluminum bucket in Robert’s large, calloused hands.
Our only real clue was: “Don’t sweat, they don’t like the water.”
Well, what the fuck are “they”? And what the fuck is this game?
In a nutshell: Your chest is pressed to the edge of a table as you face your opponent with your arms laid flat, with one inside and one outside of the person opposite you. This pulls your chin a lot closer to the wood than you would like, believe me. The idea is basically to create a cage with your two bodies. A cage for what, though? I glanced back at the box of medicine wondering if that was just a scare tactic. There couldn’t actually be something deadly under that aluminum bowl, right? Sam Orozco was not going to take any chances. His Google search read: Will a scorpion sting kill you?