For the first time I can recollect the old Sculling-brace saved my bacon in the lead-in to White Knuckler yesterday. I got caught being lazy on an entrance curler I forgot was there and ended up between the boil and the bedrock cliff-wall. Every roll attempt was rejected by the rock against the hull, but spending a few seconds with a sculling brace to draw the boat out gave enough room for a final hip snap to bring it up. Thanks sculling-brace, glad to have you in the quiver. #beatering #kayaking #carnage #whitewaterismagic (at North Fork Middle Fork Willamette River)











