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Surfer May 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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Publisher:
American Media Operations, Inc
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IN THIS ISSUE

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jay davies, micronesia

For the past few months, the surf world has kept its focus trained on California and Hawaii, and for good reason. But the same swells that brought iconic breaks like Mavericks and Jaws to life also cranked more obscure waves like this up to 11 on the perfect-o-meter. “This was my second trip to Micronesia, and it was freakin’ crazy,” says Jay Davies (pictured here). “On this day, the swell was so perfect and consistent that every time you made it back out after a wave, you were lining up another perfect one. It never stopped for one second, and after a certain point you felt hypnotized by it. We spent the first few days getting so barreled that after the swell backed of, I pretty much hung my boots…

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to save the day

Every year around this time we run the fool’s errand of ranking and ordering the next generation of surf stars. SURFER’s Hot 100 is a steeplechase of Web-clip reviewing, result wrangling, and air-reverse critiquing. It is endless hours of comparing unlike entities based on disparate criteria and taking meetings with agents, team managers, and soccer parents. It’s strange work, to be sure. And boy, can it make you feel shitty about yourself. It’s hard to tell what’s more depressing: that a 15-year-old has an agent, admitting that a child surfs better than you ever have (or ever will), or knowing that they repeatedly get to surf perfect waves that you—a hard-working professional approaching your mid-30s—still haven’t had the pleasure of riding. More than that, “Surfers Are Assholes” (pg. 42) hints that…

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comment: rants and raves

Tim Hambly wrote: I enjoyed “Atlas Be Praised,” Justin Housman’s tribute to surf photographers, in your 2015 Photo Annual. As a former creative director, photography fanboy, and lifelong surfer, I concur that we surfers—indeed, all humans—are visual by nature. And that our modern surf world would not exist without surf photographers. At the same time, Justin’s observations about how digital technology has democratized and, to some extent, diluted the surf-photography landscape also resonated. And I noticed something interesting: Despite all of the mind-blowing images packed into your recent photo annual, that particular issue found its way from my table to the trash faster than any in recent memory. Why? Its correspondingly lower volume of in-depth editorial. I realized that while I used to pull out many posters as a boy,…

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the next greatest generation

A some point this decade, surfing— well, modern surfing, anyway—took a few casual strokes, rose to its feet, and elegantly trimmed into its second century. The Duke launched his surfy crusade just about 100 years ago, proselytizing to the unwashed locals on the coasts of the U.S. and Australia. Aside: I believe it goes without saying that the Australian leg of the voyage was the most important part of the Duke’s legacy, for it provided us the ascension of his holiness, St. Occhilupo. [Genuflects, makes sign of the cross.] Anyway, in its first 100 years, modern surfing has expanded beyond all expectations that the Duke or anybody else could possibly have dreamed up even in the most limitless of fantasies. It’s nearly impossible to measure the worldwide population of surfers with…

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the now

Just down the road from a right-hand point in the tiny fishing town of Angourie, Australia, Bryce Young had everything he needed to become a great surfer—not the least of which was one of the greatest surfers of all time living under the same roof. “I just call him Dad,” says Young of his father, Australian surf legend Nat Young. “He put me on the front of his board when I was about 4 years old and then handed me my own when I was about 5—a sick ’80s thruster that was fluorescent orange, green, and yellow.” Since then, Young has spent his life riding surfboards both modern and anachronistic, fine-tuning a style to suit them all. So you must have had the most epic collection of boards at your disposal…

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surfing’s lost art form

Growing up, whenever I saw old photos of boards ridden by guys like David Nuuhiwa and Terry Fitzgerald, I was completely amazed by the artwork. You don’t see that style of art on surfboards very often anymore, but when you do, you instantly feel something. A little over a year ago I decided that I wanted to put together a quiver of boards that captured that energy and made me stoked to surf just by looking at them. I asked around and got put in touch with John Frazier from Rainbow Surfboards, who connected me with two artists that he works with: Elizabeth Zaikowski and John Moseley. It was funny, because when I first talked to the artists they asked what the boards would be used for—basically whether I planned on…

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