One time after a particularly dynamic flip, he missed his first roll. Missed his second. Missed his third. I commented to another person watching that we might have to go get him, but he was still in his boat.
By this time he had lost his tuck, and when he missed his fourth roll he landed face first on a little wash-over rock about 150 foot down from the hole (the only one anywhere near the surfing wave).
A quick trip to the emergency room and some stitches stopped the bleeding.