Mighty Max

I got this e-mail from my best friend last night. This event is being held in Cardiff on Friday night. This handplane along with another will be there for the silent auction. Having three young kids that are all around Max's age, I can't even imagine what this family is enduring. I believe all are invited so any help would be greatly appreciated. Here is the e-mail....

A friend of Kaden's who was on his soccer team and in his Kindergarten class can really use your help. His name is Max and he is fighting an extremely rare and aggressive cancer known as stage 4 rhabdomyosarcoma. His insurance is quickly approaching the lifetime cap of $2M. You may have seen the banners around town for the Mighty Max Event this Friday, October 22nd from 5 to 10 PM (see attached flyer) at the Cardiff Town Center.
I am inviting all of you to please attend and would take your support as a personal favor. 100% of the revenue from the donated proceeds of this event will be used to cover the ongoing monthly medical cost that is not covered by his insurance. This is really hard, watching this little guy go through chemo and he is fighting soooo hard! We don't realize how fortunate we are to have healthy kids until something like this hits close to home. So please come out and have dinner, a drink, or just buy something. It all helps. Hope to see you there.

Don't be shy about sharing this flyer.

Surfboard Shaping Time Again

I haven't shaped a surfboard now in almost a year.  My time in the shaping room has been relegated to making handplanes.  I am not complaining, not one bit.  I do miss having the time to shape surfboards though.  The handplaning business has been doing real good.  So good, that I went through my last 10 Paulownia blanks before my new shipment of Paulownia arrived.  I even ordered my next shipment, the day my last shipment was sent.  So, I am currently out of wood.  I can hear the jokes now, so, no need to post em.  My next shipment of 20 Paulownia blanks should be arriving friday, with another 50 blanks being milled right now.  So, should have enough wood to last a while.  During this down time, I figured I would shape myself a surfboard.  I've got about 5 blanks sitting on top of my shaping bay, just frothing to meet my planer. It will be a summer board.  I am thinking 5'7 x 19 1/4" x 2 1/4".  Something of a blend of the "Mushbuster" I shaped for myself last summer and my current Tomo that I love so much.  Thinking about putting a Robert's screwdriver tail on it, like the Roberts pictured below.  Set up as a quad, but I think I'm gonna have em throw in that 5th box, just for kicks.  Lokbox of course.  Gonna try the new shorter boxes that Lokbox is now making.  Here are the three boards that I plan to blend.

Now thats a Foamball

OUCH!

http://www.pezpix.com/

Artificial Reef in India

So far the best artificial reef footage I have ever seen.  I've know a couple places that could really use one of these, or, hell, a bunch of em.  Wonder what the sustainability of these things are.  Anyway about it, it's a step in the right direction.

Sacred Craft Trip

We had a great time at the Sacred Craft in Ventura. I got to roll with Quintin for the first time in years. Initially, I was gonna take the family, but the thought of Rebecca having to take care of the three yard-apes alone, while I was away all day at the show, just didn't seem like a good time. So, she suggested my old Mexico Co-pilot go along for the journey. Quintin is a great guy, super mellow, unless someone gets him all riled up. I think thats usually my job. On the way up, I asked how our old friend, "The Devil" was doing. He told me he was on the East Coast tending to some things. At the time, I was thinking how great it would be if he woulda been able to go with. We got up to Ventura, wandered around the campsite, and finally found a suitable site to take over. Nothing too close to the camp hosts, but, not too far from the beach either. We checked in and headed up the the fairgrounds to set-up the booth. After the fairgrounds, we headed over to a burger joint in Ventura for a beer and some grubb. That was something I had been craving for quite a while. This was my weekend off. Rebecca and I have been doing an all Raw lifestyle food thing over the last few months. While it's really not as hard as many think, especially when your wife is great in the kitchen, you still get these cravings for things like burgers and steak fries. That first bite of something warm and substantial was probably one of the top ten things I've ever bitten into in my life. Well worth the wait, but definately not something I will be going back to on a consistant basis, anytime soon. After the burger joint, we stocked up on some wood and headed back to camp. Started a nice fire, then bullshitted the rest of the night. Midway through the BS, Quint got a call, it was El Diablo, he was in PB and was heading up in the morning. Course for him, that means he'll probably be thier around dinnertime. At about, what we thought was 10, we decided to get some sleep. Quint looked at the time, and it wasn't quite what we expected. It was 1am. After working overnight the night before, then staying up all day, and making the trip, I was a little skeptical about how I would feel in the morning. My first day of showing the public what I've been pouring so much time into over the last year, and I'm a little drunk, and hadn't slept in a good 40 hours. Not a good place to be. Quintin knocked on the van at about 6:30am, and we headed out to the beach to have a look. The surf wasn't too great, sideshore, and a touch brown. We went out and Handplaned anyway. Mainly cause we needed to wash the stench off of the night before. It was a bit cold, and backwashing pretty bad. I got launched on my first wave into the flats. Did a huge bodyflop and for the first time, felt a bit of pain on impact. We finished up with a nice warm shower at the campgrounds and headed off to the show. The show was a good time. Probably the best consumer show around. I think I would rather be a particpant of Sacred Craft, ten time over any ASR event. Lots of cool people, lots of great products. El Diablo showed up around 2, which for him is pretty good. He and Quint went to get a burrito after the show ended for the day. I went back to camp. Shoulda been a quick trip for them, but with The Devil around, you never know what's gonna happen. 3 hours later, and on my last piece of firewood, they finally got back. Apparently they got lost on some freeways, funny thing about that, you never had to get on the freeway. The rest of the evening was pretty similar, except now we had Rich to entertain us. I woke up early the next morning, walked down to the beach alone and watched a bit. One guy out. Way cleaner than the day before. Lefts mushing on the outside then reforming and jacking and peeling on the inside all the way to the shorepound. I wasn't motivated at all. The surf was way better and I just sat watching, letting time tick away. Eventually I garnered the energy. Jogged back to the campsite and saw Quint walking back from the bathroom. I was already turning our wetsuits inside out. He just looked at me, like, "are you really gonna make me do this?" He's a troooper. We headed back down and had another planing session. There were now 3 guys out. Since it was pretty much breaking then backing off on the outside, I just sat about 30 yards inside of them. Caught a couple decent ones. A set wave came and one of the three guys caught it. I had to get out of his way, and I read the wave differently than he did. In my opinion, he should been cutting back almost right from the takeoff. So I swam toward the shoulder. Apparently he didn't think so. He he bottom turned and although he really didn't come close to me, he had a world of shit to say. Told me I was right in his way, where he was gonna hit the lip. I just looked at him in amazement, and said, "What lip?" He didn't quite like that response and got all grumpy, his buddy's had a few things to say also. I just shrugged it off. They told me to bail, which, eventually I did float down to the next peak, where Quint was, but, not before I maintained my presence for a good twenty minutes, and caught some more good ones. It's funny, cause I respect them and their local spot, but, when your gonna call someone out, make sure you know what you are saying. I didn't see one of em hit the lip the whole session, and they definately weren't killing it. Pretty much my age, but alot stiffer. Riding the wrong boards for the surf. They could surf, don't get me wrong, but nothing on any type of impressive level. It's just goes back to that totem pole thing. They had no idea Quint and I have surfed our whole lives, and could honestly run circles around them on a board. All they saw were two guys floating around the line-up, that might possibly get in thier way, especially if they misjudged another wave. After that verbal exchange, we continued to get some of the better Handplane waves I've had all winter. Just standing up perfectly on the inside sandbar and racing down the line. Such a great way to start off the day, and not ruined at all by the grumpy locals. After our session, we rushed back to camp, broke everything down, woke up the Devil, had 2 beers, then headed off to the show for the final day. As for the rest of the show, it went well. Met lots of good people, had a great response to the handplanes, shaped a plane in the shaping booth, and most importantly finished off all the cookies. I have to thanks my wife, Rebecca, for spending her thursday evening baking 3 huge trays full of cookies for the show. People loved em, and I think they will be a part of all future gatherings. Thanks to all that came by, and we'll see you in Del Mar.

Derek Hynd Finless at Noosa

I hate to steal from a post over at the ERBB, but, this is some of the most unreal, well at least different, surfing I have seen in a long time. The vid will be gone in a few weeks at ERBB and lost into who knows where. Man that stoopid place needs a better search engine. But, the vid will be here for quite some time. Regarding the vid, in most cases, I'm almost convinced that the spins he is doing is more for function than other. It seems whenever he starts to lose hold, ie. spin out, he turns it into a spin until he catches an edge and continues down the line. Pretty neat stuff if you ask me.

Brownfish Handplanes at Sacred Craft Ventura

Brownfish Handplanes will be having a booth at the Sacred Craft Expo this coming weekend, April 10 and 11, in Ventura. I will also be shaping a Handplane in the Shaping Bay at 12:30pm on Sunday. Feel free to stop by and talk handplanes or anything else on your mind. If I've shaped you a handplane in the past, would love to hear your stories. Please introduce yourselves. As Handplanes aren't the most cumbersome objects, I will have some comfy chairs to rest your feet after perusing the other fine craft on display at the show. My wife will also be making some homemade chocolate chip cookies for any of you that are into that kind of thing. The event will be held at the Ventura County fairgrounds. Hours are 10am-6pm on Saturday and 10am-4pm on Sunday. Hope to see you all their.

For more info, Click here:     2010 Sacred Craft Ventura

What I lack

I've always been pretty good at most things I've tried in life, BUT, I've never been a very creative person.  I've watched people all around me with this incredible creative zen.  My wife's a good example.  They throw these great, creative things together with so little effort.  Then stress about if it's good enough.  But me, not so much.  When I started making surfboards as a hobby, thats pretty much what it was.  I wanted to learn to make them myself.  To test not only my creativity, but also my focus.  I usually hang in thier for about 80%, but then somehow loose focus on the rest.  When making surfboards, that last bit of focus it what really counts.  My woodworking and shop tool skills hit their plateau in 7th woodshop.  Since then, I could cut a piece of wood if I had to, or rig something up real good, but accuracy was never quite my specialty.  So, it's surprising to me to occasionally get, or find, pictures of stuff laying around that I made for others.  Kind of fulfilling.  Here is a pic I found today of a board and handplane I made for some kind people in the past.

Brownfish Handplane Models

I have finally gotten around to getting pictures of all the specific models I am making. They will are available for custom order now. South Coast Windansea Surfshop in Pacific Beach, CA should be getting thier first run of boards in less than two weeks. Surfy Surfy Surf Shop will be opening on May 1st in Leucadia, CA. They will also have stock boards available. Both shops will have a demo if you are interested in trying a Handplane out. Check em out at Brownfish Handplanes to review the models and more pics. Thanks for all your support and have a great week. G

Matuse Sample Sale

Shut Down

I grew up camping.  Well, I guess thats not necessarily true.  My parents took us kids camping at the Colorado river once when we were kids.  Got us set-up real nice like, next to a mosquito swarm.  We lasted one night, got bitten to hell, and were out of thier.  That was the last and only camping trip I went on with my parents. 

When I started surfing, my friends and I used to go camp at the state beach campgrounds.  As long as you brought a note from your parents, you were good.  Not sure if that is still the case, but, we had some fun times.  Rob Miller drunk under the staircase at South Carlsbad, is probably the highlight of those trips.  Surf was always good, or, I just didn't surf well enough to realize what was good, and what wasn't. 

Those trips progressed into lots and lots of camping trips to Mexico in my 20's and early 30's.  Seems every other or third weekend I was heading down.  Even got to the point where I was partners on a trailer about 4 hours in.  Man, those were some incredible times.  I can honestly say, that, on those trips, the surf was fun.  In the end though, surfing is just a bonus.  It's more about the adventure.  Getting away.  If you get some surf on top of that, well, that just makes it that much better.

It's finally getting to the point where taking the kids camping is enjoyable.  They are old enough now where they can somewhat, take care of themselves.  Prior to now, camping was more of a chore than fun.  Constantly on the run, constantly watching, constantly worrying.  We'd get home from a camping trip and feel completely exhausted.

We've got a good percentage of the next 4 months set up with camping trips.  One about every 3-4 weeks.  Going to the desert during the flower bloom in early April.  Ventura in April.  Yosemite in early May.  Plus a few other one nighters dispersed between.

Our season was supposed to start off at San Elijo in two weeks.  An easy, close trip to get the season rolling.  I had planned this trip about 6 months ago.  You kind of have to.  In order to get a good spot at San Elijo, you have to be on the internets at a certain time, six months in advance.  I had the perfect spot picked out.  I've eyed that spot my whole life.  Always wanted to be sitting at the end of the cul-de-sac, facing the left.  Basically a chain link fence separating you and the water.  Spot 62.  It's always taken.  The most in-demand spot in the park.  I have never got to camp in it, or even around it.  Those cul-de-sac spots are hard to come by.  Last year or the year before, they closed down spot 63 due to it somewhat falling into the ocean.  A safety hazard.  They made it much smaller, and turned it in to a bike/hike spot.  So, six months ago, I sat at the computer, all logged in and ready.  The time came and I furiously started hitting buttons.  I FUCKING GOT IT.  Two nights, starting Friday, March 19.  Perfect way to start our camping season.  I was stoked.

I've watched all winter long.  The storms.  The waves.  The rocks.  The wall that protects the campground.  All slowly deteriorating.  I just got the call. Reserve America.   Spot 62 has now been closed forever, due to safety concerns.  Not only that, they can't even get us into the park that weekend, or any other for the next six months.  Sure we can show up and hope somebody cancels, but, thats alot of work with three little ones.  Yea, they are gonna give us a full refund, but, once again, I am left wanting...

In The News

I have had a lot of support over the last few years. My wife being first of course. Good friends, both that I grew up with, and have met over time. Even some good internet friends. Yea, sounds kinda wierd, but, I have to admit, I've met some pretty quality people that I woulda never come in contact with, had it not been for the internets. The guys at Matuse have also done a shitload for me. I met them through a mutual friend and since then our relationship has been great. Recently they have done a few new things to add to their wetsuit line. They have so graciously become my first retail account for Handplanes. I am building an exclusive model just for them. They also have Jon Wegener, of the Wegener Family fame, building Alaia's for em.  If you haven't checked out their site, they've got all kinds of new stuff going on. New downloads, news, press, and a pretty incredible selection of Video's that could keep you pretty busy for an afternoon. Check it all out at:

MATUSE

Shit that Don't belong at the Beach

Recently there has been a problem in the lot.  It kinda makes things a little bit uncomfortable.  Well, not too much, but, enough.  It seems that one of the guys down at the beach, invested a lump of money with another.  Both lost.  Now one is sending out e-mails and hanging up posters on his truck in the lot.  Attacking the other.  I think this is just plain wrong.  Yea, it's sad that you lost, but investing money is like going to Vegas.  You don't invest unless you can afford to lose it.  Doesn't matter how stable it seams.   If you aren't willing to lose anything, then put it in the bank, in increments less than 100K, and shut the fuck up.  End of story.  It's kind of sad, because both of these people, I consider my friends.  Both good people that I truly believe wouldn't maliciously wrong another person.  It's time to grow up.  Leave us out of it.  Take care of your business at home and come to the beach with a smile.  Surf, drink your coffee, then leave the same way that you came.

I am a Freak

When it comes to the Winter Olympics.  I'm not so much a sports fan.  Yea, I'll turn the Chargers game on if I happen to be home and not doin much.  Usually during the second half.  I also take the kids to the occasional Padres game.  I was pretty into sports growing up, well, at least until 15 when I started surfing.  I grew up in a hotbed of baseball talent.  I had some great times and sometimes regret not keeping my skills up.  Though with the dynamics of surfing, you don't really have the time to make regular practices and/or games.  My regrets are short lived when I consider what surfing has really brought me.  At 41, I'm still as stoked as I ever was.  Surfing wasn't an easy sport for me to get into.  It wasn't handed to me by any means.  We lived quite a ways from the beach.  Speaking of the beach, my parents, who I love dearly and have been nothing but supportive my whole life, thought that going to the beach was a day on the bay, in the middle of summer.  The only waves generated by boat wakes from the gearheads speeding by.  I remember coming home from those annual trips from the bay, exhausted and roasted.  Those were the days of No Sunscreen.  And those of you who have met me will confirm, I ain't no bronzed, chiselled speciman.  I'm a true white boy.  Actually with a little red tint most of the time.  Recovering from those burns took some days, and some pain.  Back to surfing.  I was lucky to meet some great guys that were in the same boat as me.  We had to drive to go surfing.  Usually we'd plan while at school.  A buck a piece for gas was enough to get our VW bugs over the hill.  We surfed almost daily.  Sometimes making two treks over the hill in the same day.  We surfed anywhere from Cottons to IB, but, spent a good percentage of our days at OBJ or Cardiff.  We were lucky to be able to surf so many different types of waves.  While we grew to truly hate where our parents chose to bring us up, I am truly grateful today.  If I were spoonfed surfing and grew up living on the beach, much like my kids are, I would've turned out, well, lets just say, not so good.  Too much influence.  Too much of everything.  We dreamed of being that sponsored kid, our age, that we'd see on the beach everyday.  Killing it out in the line-up, then getting all the girls on the beach.  That wasn't our lot in life.  I occasionally run into those guys that I wished I was when I was a teenager.  They, well, let's just say, aren't as lucky as me.  Most don't surf much anymore and aren't really doing too much with thier lives.  Many have been in and out of Rehab and such.  I'm pretty sure I would have been one of em, had my lot been like theirs.  So, I am grateful.  Grateful for the friends that I still surf with on an almost daily basis.  Grateful for the times we had and endured, to be able to participate in this lifestlye/sport/thing, or whatever you want to call it.  Grateful for the many things I still have to look forward to in and around the ocean.  When I was 15, one of the most Ironic statements that anyone has ever said to me came.  It was my baseball coach.  He was a great man.  A great coach.  I had been missing practices to go surfing.  I was his shortstop.  Someone he had groomed to be his star.  He said to me, "You will never get out of surfing, what you have the potential to get out of baseball."  I look around these days.  A good percentage of the guys I played ball with were drafted.  Actually, 7 of the 9 starters on our High School team.  Which is pretty unbelievable.  Of those 7 that were drafted, not one is playing ball anymore.  I on the other hand, am still surfing on an almost daily basis.  Have seen the world through surfing, and look forward to spending as much time in the water as possible until the day I die. 

So, in short, or not so short, I don't really watch sports too much, but, I frickin LOVE the Olympics, especially the Winter Olympics.  Something about the sports not being so mainstream really gets me going.  These people put so much time into their craft, to be the best in the world, with very little payoff in the end.  No six or seven figure lifetime contract, well a few, but generally, just that drive to accomplish something meaningful in life.  I watch them walk into that stadium and just dream about being that good at something.  To have endured so much to get to this point.  I respect them, and look forward to the next two weeks.  Long nights staying up past midnight, then getting up early to surf or work, all to repeat again.

He Forgot to Mention ...

Bodysurfers, Handplaners, bodyboarders, matt riders, etc.  in his pecking order.  Personally, I think they fit right after surfers, may even at the same level if they really know what they are doing, know the line-up well, and know positioning.  By this picture that I posted over at Handplane Goodness, probably not the case though.  NO FUCKING RESPECT.

The Pecking Order

This was written in a post on Stand Up Zone BB by Tom English. He is one of my friends that has gone the way of the SUP. He's is a a really good surfer, but, now pretty much only rides an SUP. Out of all the SUP guys I have ever met, he is by far the nicest and most courteous. Still a stoked grom. Plus, he was doing it for 2-3 years before the craze started. He's taken a lot of the photo's that I post on this blog.  Always takes photo's of everyone when he's not surfing, then posts em on his website for everyone to download. He's a good guy, and he's got it right when it comes to the whole SUP thing. Here is his list of the pecking order:


The pecking order is (in order of who get's the waves they want:

1 - Duke K

2 - Phil Edwards

3 - Micky Dora

4 - Gerry Lopez (and Ron House)

5 - Your shaper

6 - Oldest local

7 - Oldest Local who still pulls into barrels

8 - Any shortboarder

9 - Any Longboarder

10- Tourist

11 - SUP

13- Costco SUP



The Link to Stand Up Zone, where he posted it:

The Stand-up Zone - Pecking Order


And a link to check out his site and some of the photos:

Aloha Wealth Management Photos

Here is a previously posted pic of him and I ready for a fiver:

so you wanna be a surfer

so you wanna be a surfer
by troy dockins
SMOKEBOX

So you wanna be a surfer...

Lessons are stupid...here's what you do...

It's February...so it's warming up soon, that's good...

As soon as it does, sell everything...leave your wife, abandon the kids...they'll be fine, kids are adaptable and your wife will hook up with someone...

Go find an isolated cove...ideally somewhere near a good sized river mouth...you'll need to go to the Washington Coast or even better BC or Alaska...Oregon is too developed... bring a jacket...

Either find a nice little cave or build a driftwood structure...or a split level type deal, whatever works...I advise set up to be well above the high tide line or...you know what!

Anyway, once you’re settled in...start looking for a suitable driftwood log from which to hand fashion your logger board...a huge plank is acceptable, but an actual huge ass log is harder and, therefore, better...

You may have to weather a few spring storms before you find the right piece of wood...be patient...pray for heavy rains and high winds...also kill any sea lions or other wildlife you come across...do not admire their majestic beauty...kill them and dry their meat...you will also want to fashion a sea lion wetsuit...this is risky as it will attract sharks, but that's better than freezing your gonads off...

Once you have selected your timber you will need to transport it beyond high tide...this will be hard as it probably will weigh alot...a system of levers and pulleys fashioned from seal gut may help...if you aren't handy, you are screwed...if you get stuck, think "What would McGyver do?"...that usually works...

You will need to fashion tools for shaping your board...if you have never made stone tools before you may be surprised at how difficult it is...however, if a caveman could do it, so can you...anyway it will require much chipping and probably a smashed digit or two...but once you have that cutting edge you are practically home free...

Sidebar: If you happen to produce an axe head...you could lash it to a stout piece of wood and make a hatchet...cut that log down a bit and it may be easier to move...if you weren't reading ahead and have already moved the log I apologize for not mentioning it earlier ...again, animal parts are good for rope and stuff...if some flotsam floats in, like nylon rope or something? I suppose you could use it but it kinda affects the purity and achievement of becoming a surfer...y'know?

Anyway, once you have the log in place start chipping away...don't worry about the shape too much right now...you have weeks, probably months, of shaping ahead of you... remember, kill all animals...curious chipmunks, annoying seagull, unsuspecting dogs and their owners...don't eat the owners, that's cannibalism...but human skulls do make nice mugs...

Depending on how quickly you work, you could potentially have a roughed out shape sometime in the fall...you'll want to fashion a hand plane at this point, and in true surfer fashion, I can't in good conscience tell you how to do that...you'll need to figure it out on your own...remember to kill animals...you can eat seabirds and other sea life that washes up too...you'll get used to the smell...

Sidebar: You can use fire to speed your wood removal...char the log and remove the burnt material as you go...be careful not to burn too much away...this will also serve to temper, dry and harden your "stick"...get it? Stick, as in log? Anyway, hopefully you read ahead and got this tip before you stupidly chipped all the wood away by hand...

Once you have your planer you are ready for final shaping...go for volume and function over style...you don't need a swallow tail or channels or a kick tail...you just want a straight plank...a hull...that will float and you can paddle...although symmetry and style do count for something...you want people to know you're a surfer, right?

Sidebar: Rough stones work pretty good as grinder/sandpaper because you'll want the wood to be as smooth as possible...don't get me wrong you'll probably get some hellacious slivers...but, that's part of the price you pay...you knew the risks...

Once your board is finished it'll still probably be so frickin' heavy you can't even move it...although you'll probably be pretty burly by now from all of the hard work...although, if you haven't been taking regular swims and running underwater with heavy stones for a few months now, you might want to start...practice holding your breath as you walk around until you pass out...that's good practice...

Seal your board by rubbing it with fat from all the animals you caught...you'll probably need to rub it alot...probably to the point where you skin is raw and you have open wounds...surfing is not for the weak of heart...you'll get calluses eventually...

Well, if you can get your board into the water that is a big plus...however, it is winter now and the surf is likely to be pretty big...you need to practice paddling...you probably won't make it out until spring or if you have an unusually small day...but this is an excellent opportunity for conditioning...be careful, getting hit with a board that weighs several hundred pounds in the surf is no picnic...but don't be a kook, hang on to your board at all times...ditching your plank is unacceptable...take your lumps, be a man...a surfer man...

Sidebar: You should have been working on your sealskin wetsuit this whole time...if you haven't, you have really blown it...I almost would recommend bagging it and heading back to society...you've certainly lost my respect...if you have been working on it, kudos to you!

Once you are able to get your board outside the surf line I suggest several long distance conditioning paddles...if there are any offshore islands I recommend paddling out to them...any animals living there are unfamiliar with surfers and you can kill them all...eat lunch there...pile as much as you can onto the board and return to the beach...if, by the offhand chance, you catch a wave...do not stand up...you are not ready...

By summer the waves will have gotten a bit smaller and you are ready to work on 'surfing' your board...paddle out...turn your board and see if you can catch a wave...I would belly ride, knee ride and then attempt to stand...in that order...Pretty much just ride the whitewater straight in...I know it's the mark of a rank beginner...but you're not a surfer yet, anyway...

Once you can catch waves and have figured out how stand up and avoid losing your board...because, remember...under no circumstances is it acceptable for you to lose your board except in the heaviest of circumstances...and no kook cord either...there's a reason I haven't mentioned making one...a) your leg would be dislocated or ripped from your body b) they're gay...

So anyway, your almost there...I forgot...there's also knee paddling, if you didn't figure this out and have been paddling on your belly this whole time...I am laughing at you!...sorry, but I am...

There are many subtleties that you will develop as you progress over the next few years in your cove...you can drag a foot and turn your board...to stay in the 'curl'...you can 'walk the nose'...or perform the 'drop knee turn'...you may even score a 'tube ride'...and since you are learning in complete isolation...you may develop tricks unknown to even ancient
Polynesia...pretty cool, huh?

In closing, a few tips...it is alright to be stoked, just don't overdo it...don't hoot on every wave, only the ones that warrant it...don't surf with your legs all spread out, or with your butt sticking out...don't wave your arms for balance, that just looks kooky...you've mastered the basic, now it's time to work on your style...it should be smooth, soulful and
unforced...

Finally, the plank works best on a select type of wave...the slow roller...you'll probably want to work on a variety of boards...a short board, a gun, maybe even a swallowtail or a twin keeled fish!...you've got alot of work ahead of you...start shaping and you're a surfer now...welcome

Just stay far away from my home break...

MATUSE HOODLESS TUMO FRONTZIP

It has been a long time coming. The first prototypes are now on the streets being tested for a release next fall. The first offering will be 4/3/2 with plans on a 3/2/2 later in the season or the following winter. A new zipper, made specially for these suits in Germany, is prophesized to become the standard for wetsuits in the future. Only time will tell. I'm hoping to get my hands on one of these in the near future, if god loves me, with a full report to follow. Here are some pics of Bret Howard putting it throught it's very first testing.

Photos courtesy of Doug Moranville.

See more here: Matuse Hoodless Tumo Frontzip

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Heading to Hawaii

These three Handplanes are heading to Hawaii for "Da Hui/Hawaii State Bodysurfing Association Shorebreak Slam at Waimea Bay" next week-end and/or the following. Hopefully they will get some good use out of them. More pics at Handplane Goodness

It's the End

Well, it actually depends on which way you look at it. My prediction is that, if you thought last summer was a mess dealing with SUP's, this summer is going to be a catastrophe. With Costco now offering these things up for $429, including paddle and leash, it is now not a sport that people get sticker shock when they want to start up. I would say that, although the surf has been incredibly fun over the last 6 weeks or so, the SUP's have been increasingly frustrating. Hopefully the expected onslaught of SUK's will spur a definitive push to have these things moved into restricted zones and out of surf zones. There is now a Petition being started by Joel Tudor and Justin Phillips (The Justin) to have SUP's permenently removed from the line-up at Cardiff Reef. While I feel bad for the few good guys that I consider my friends that SUP, overall I am all for this. I will be updating the progress of this movement and let you know where to sign, if interested.

WELCOME TO INNERSECTION

This is a surf contest. A worldwide forum for the year’s best individual surf sections.

Through this site, 20 surfers will earn spots on Taylor Steele’s next high-performance surf movie.

You will decide which ones.

Who will be the final section? The decision is in your hands.

That’s the competition. But there’s more to it than that. Innersection is a showcase for surfers and filmmakers; a workshop for the art of the surf section, with interviews, instructional materials and behind the scenes action; a home for the newest maneuvers, the best swells and the latest music.

Sure, you get to sit up in the judges’ tower, but you’re also invited to the after party.

Here’s How It Works:

◦The contest runs in four Cycles.

◦Each cycle is two months long.

◦First Cycle begins March 1st.

◦Second begins May 1st. Third: July 1st. Fourth: Sept. 1st.

◦All sections must be uploaded in the first week of the cycle.

◦All sections approved sections will be open to viewing and rating by Innersetction.tv members.

◦The Top Ten member rated sections will open to Final Rating in the last week of the cycle.

◦Five of the Top Ten sections will qualify for the final DVD.

◦Four cycles, starting March 1st. Five qualifiers advance from each cycle. Twenty sections qualify for the final judging and DVD.

◦Final judging will take place in the first week of December, 2010.

◦Innersection DVD will appear shortly afterwards in surf shops, direct download and iTunes formats.

CHECK IT OUT HERE:    Innersection TV

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The White Diamond/Dumpster Diver Conspiracy Video

A fews months ago Surfing Magazine did an article on Dane Reynolds.  They included a video which showed Dane riding a Roberts White Diamond.  Channel Islands forced Surfing Magazine to yank the video within an hour of when it was posted.  They subsequently then developed the Dumpster Diver surfboard which has an incredible resemblance to the Roberts White Diamond.  Along with a contrived story regarding finding some EPS foam in the Dumpster and developing the design.  One fine young gentlemen burned the video that CI didn't want you to see to his hard drive.  Here is said video, and if you want one of these types of boards, Go to Roberts for one:

http://www.robertssurf.com/