Lovely documentary of former pro surfer whose head was caved in by Backdoor Pipe…
Nineteen eighty-eight was a helluva year. It birthed world title shots Jordy Smith and Julian Wilson and, perhaps most importantly since he’s the subject of this story here, that ol pussy-eating, red-haired devil himself Dusty Payne.
Dusty, if you’ll recall, was lucky to make it this far.
In January, he went over the falls and was massaged, face first, into the Backdoor reef. He busted his jaw, fractured his skull, was knocked unconscious and spent three waves underwater. Pals pulled up him up by his leash and he was resuscitated on the beach.
Watch that here. (A good lesson in what to do in case of accident etc.)
Earlier this month, Surfer magazine and Volcom partnered on a lovely semi-short (it’s twenty minutes long) that follows “Payne before his near-fatal wipeout as he competed and freesurfed his way through Portugal and scored all-time sessions with friends back home in Hawaii. We also captured the wave that nearly spelled the end for Payne and the months-long battle he fought to return to the water.”
I think it would be correct to say that Dusty isn’t the most articulate of interviews. There are no startling revelations of life beyond the grave or fabulous epiphanies, but the story of having his head caved in, along with drone footage of the rescue, with Dusty unconscious and unbreathing on the beach, will make most us blanche a little.
And who doesn’t want to be blanched to the colour of moonstones?
Watch here!
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I was in tub with Sal. And he was very kind and he shone like a diamond under the gritty Lemoore sky. Sal, if you read this, I don’t know why Chas has gone crazy and writes awful things. I think maybe he needs a box of Excedrin.
I think about six months ago I shared my heartwarming tale of Dusty Payne’s lovely niceness to the basic bitch my surfing is? Since then I crossed his path again, and things took a decidedly different tone. If I get a little time this afternoon maybe I’ll spin up this little yarn for your general amusement.
i am i am.
@nick carrol piss weak hacky sack effort today mate
WSL wave ranch being slated for Kisarazu, Chiba. 12km from Tokyo Dome. Meeting held with residents. No objections raised.
Japan now planning their own wave pool. They are going to smash everyone! https://mainichi.jp/article…
God you’re good. Do you live in Japan?
no. although, I visit. i have some lovely Japanese connections. They keep me in the loop.
“I love you very much dad but I rather not have Dusty Payne be the absolute ceiling for potential success in my life . Would you send me to college instead ?” …….. ?( very happy to see him on the road to recovery ). Obviously Volcom has more sway in the surfing industry/ media than Carve ?
Ha ha ha – Dusty isn’t the most articulate of interviews!!! Brain injury on brain injury??
I think, a first-rate intelligence stymied by those endless summers of despair on Maui.
I think Dusty’s vacant, searching answers to questions in BS! by Volcom are beyond scrutiny. He is so honest and earnest. Paired with Alex Gray’s idiotic attempts at being observant. It’s like the film was made to make them look insane out of the water and fuckin insane in it. Genius.
‘88 was the year I graduated from high school. Damn I feel old now.
Fun fact: I still hadn’t taken up surfing but I could ollie over 4 boards stacked on edge !!! Whooo-hooo! Ah, the carefree springiness of youth!!
My comment is 99% irrelevant to the story but I don’t care. Codeine is great isn’t it?
What the fuck did you do to yourself man? Ive been out for 3 days with liquids both ends so to missed the swell – good way to lose 3 kegs tho!!!
Busted a few ribs. Ate shit on some washed-out gravel on the road, on my way to work. No big deal but keeps me out of the water briefly.
Sorry to hear about your full-rotor squirts! That swell on Friday was gorgeous. Suppose I would’ve been working anyway.
Maybe a book, Boogie Foil and Codeine! https://uploads.disquscdn.c…
‘A just stupid expose’
88? Fuck, I’d failed uni 3 times by then.
Well done. What didn’t you learn?
Failed 1st year of Environmental Science twice, then gave up on a English Literature degree before i really even started. All at the same uni. When I knew what i wanted to do and tried to go back they laughed at me, so I went to another one. I was up front about previous efforts and asked if they were concerned. The nice lady behind the counter said “We assume you don’t get any dumber over the years”.
4th time worked out and now I am a proud owner of 2 degrees, about to quit work as a postie and go work at the recycling shop at Noosa Tip.
Well, you’ve made an educated decision.
You could move to Newy and insist on the delivery route for Julie.
I mean… you’ve got previous experience doing that. No one is better qualified.
It’s tempting, but I see working at the dump a step up from postie-ing.
Being able to ollie 4 boards is a pointless but awesome life skill. I’m officially jealous.
Well shit, I certainly haven’t done much of that since I was 17 or so. Not exactly CV material, even at the time.
Don’t be jealous. It’s pointless, like 99% of sporty things.
4 1988 boards is a bigger accomplishment that 4 1998 boards – at least another inch of width each. Stacked axle to axle though?
Fo shizzle.
88 here too and was chasing empty pools in a desert state with no coastline.
That’s one year before the ’89 world champ won the ’89 ASP world championship tour.
The beach grit commenters demographic slowly reveals itself.
I was thinking that and so disappointed to see nobody surfed until after high school. Core score way down.
I started before riding waves before 10..
I bodysurfed and boogered occasionally. And according to my folks I was rolling around in the shore dump before I could walk. So that must count for something.
Actually, to be fair; “rolling around in the shore dump” is a pretty good description of my current surfing skill set.