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Surfer July 2015

We founded Surfer Magazine in 1960 with a mission: to bring our readers a slice of the entire surfing world with each issue. And for over four decades, we've made good on that promise. Every issue of Surfer is packed with spectacular award-winning photos, provocative interviews with the leading pros, and journeys to the coolest undiscovered surf spots. With your order you'll get the Annual Oversized Issue, the Buyer's Guide, and the Hot 100, featuring the world's best new surfers.

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8 Issues


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the softening

When it comes to surfing, not a whole lot surprises me anymore. If you’re exposed to as many images and videos as I am, you quickly become desensitized to even the most extraordinary acts of bravado. But this month was a little different. It started at my local break when, on arguably the best day of the year, I found the lineup dominated by good surfers shredding on soft-top surfboards. These were not spoiled pros who get to surf perfect waves every day, but regular workaday rippers choosing to ride boards normally reserved for beginners. I was floored. It shocked me because my reaction to seeing a good wave is typically one of sheer panic that the apparition might disappear by the time I suit up and get out there. In…

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who killed the electric surfoard?

Last year, in a lush tropical bay with nobody around to call into question my frail hardcore-surfer status, I spent an afternoon riding a motorized surfboard called the WaveJet—and it was damn fun. More fun than I expected it to be. The board did nearly sever my leg, though. I was surfing the 12-foot-long rescue-sled model, and while gunning along at full throttle I was pitched of and the enormous craft careened riderless toward shore. The WaveJet’s engine is programmed to cut out when it senses the rider is 10 feet away, but this particular ass-over-teakettle tumble somehow looped the leash (which I was forced to wear under protest) around my right leg with the board a mere 9 feet away. The motor continued to run and the heavy craft…

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every wave counts

This past December, Joshua Stiers competed in his first surf contest, the Western Surfing Association tour stop at California’s San Clemente Pier. He was 26 years old and had been surfing for only four years. But that’s not the most unusual part of Stiers’ story. Statistically speaking, he shouldn’t even be alive. Stiers was born with cystic fibrosis, a genetic disease that thickens the body’s mucus, damaging lung tissue and impairing normal digestive functions, among many other frightening conditions. It’s also somewhat of a ticking time bomb. Many children diagnosed with the disease don’t live past high school. Stiers underwent a double lung transplant when he was 11 years old. His doctors told him he had 10 years—at the very most—to live. When he made it to his 22nd birthday, Stiers…

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big-wave boot camp

The Salvation Army Aquatics Center in San Diego is hardly synonymous with big-wave surfing. It’s the kind of community pool where you’d normally find lap swimming and water aerobics. But on this particular day, alongside the elderly women engaged in AquaZumba, an entirely different kind of class was taking place. It was a Waterman Survival course, developed for the specific purpose of helping surfers prepare for life-threatening situations. AquaZumba this was not. It was the last day of the three-day course, and heavy-water veterans Damien Hobgood, Josh Kerr, Taylor Knox, and Jojo Roper were in the middle of a drill. They were paired off into teams of two, taking turns swimming multiple pool lengths on a single breath. By the end, everyone’s lips had turned a different shade of blue. “That’s the…

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lisa andersen, sebastian inlet

Volume 5, No.5, November 1964 Linda Merrill, 1964, riding straight for the beach like some recent graduate from the local YMCA weekend learn-to-surf camp. Linda was an excellent wave rider and deserved better. As did SURFER readers. As did the poor guy behind Merrill, getting burned. We’re all losers on this one. Volume 22, No.5, May 1981 Margo Oberg in Kauai, 1981. Credit here for trying. Margo was the right surfer, Darrell Jones the right photographer. But the shot itself is all mouth-grimace and rigor mortis body language, the New Wave Lite design is nut-kicked by the hawkish SURFER Poll medallion, and we’re pelted by four totally non-ironic boldface exclamation points. Volume 22, No.7, July 1981 The montage magazine cover is always a white fag. The designer has been defeated. He or she is not…

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claiming it!

In a post-heat culinary session, WSL World Champion Gabriel Medina powers his way through a powerful lime ceviche. As he explains to his interviewer, Pete Mel, the fish “was, um, uh, cleaned and prepared in flawless conditions. So, um, yeah.” Mel notes to Medina that the Brazilian phenom just conjugated two verbs correctly—back to back. The champ claims it as another victory and follows it up with “I speaked it up, for sure, man! I will getting mores trophy.” Hungry after a convincing win over an unruly shrub in an opening round of yard work, Dane Reynolds makes his way to the kitchen and, for the first time, makes a perfect ham and cheese, extra gluten. Upon examination of the well-sequenced layering, Reynolds hoists it in triumph, only to watch the…