ahhh... i recall herricane bob well. first hurricane that I was actually an accomplished enough surfer to get over the size and enjoy it. i recall creasing a line drive (remember them) in cadars in the morning and then another classic session in ship bottom later in the day....bill and irene stand out in my mind, but the most rippable waves that i recall from growing up were from Lily sitting off the coast for days...head high a frames..
Ah yes Irene, almost forgot about her, she was a good time wasn't she? She's welcome back around these parts any time!
My preference is head high. Big enough for some radical turns, but also small enough where I can let my guard down and just enjoy the moment. Kinda like today