Aussie surf legend Shane Herring, foil to Kelly Slater, dead at 53

"I’d get up in the morning, eat breakfast, go surfing, hang out, go surf beautiful waves again in the afternoon and then go party."

The Aussie  surf legend Shane Herring, one-time foil to Kelly Slater, and Australia’s oversized contribution to the new school movement of the early nineties, died peacefully in his sleep on Sunday, aged fifty three.

Herring had fallen down the stairs of his West Tweed apartment block in the early hours of Sunday morning, complained about his sore head, ravaged the fridge, went to sleep and never woke up.

As far as exiting this coil goes, it’s as peaceful as it gets.

Herring, who was from Dee Why beach in Sydney’s north, burned real bright before flaming out although not before famously stomping Kelly Slater at the 1992 Coke event. It was Slater’s first-ever pro final, and it put Herro, for half the year, in the world number one slot.

In classic Herro style, to celebrate he bought the bar 55 jugs of beer with shots of Sambuca in 44 of ’em.

Herring’s win over Slater at Narrabeen was a defining moment, showcasing his muscular power. During this peak, he rode innovative “banana boards” shaped by Greg Webber, featuring extreme concaves and curves that allowed him to execute turns in tight, hollow waves—designs credited with influencing modern surfboard shapes.

Herring was on six-figure contracts with sponsors like O’Neill and Insight, enjoying an international profile and a reputation as a charismatic, good-natured talent.

Despite his success, Herring’s career unraveled quickly.

After 1992, he struggled with the pressures of fame and the pro surfing lifestyle. His form dipped, and by 1994, he retired from the WCT at age 23, just three years after turning pro.

His weaknesses, notably his discomfort with Pipeline on Hawaii’s North Shore—a critical venue for the world title—hindered his ability to sustain a championship run. He admitted Pipeline “scared the shit out of me,” though he excelled at other Hawaiian waves like Sunset Beach.

Off the water, Herring descended into a decade-long battle with alcohol and drug addiction, beginning around 1994. This period saw him living as a recluse on the Northern Beaches, losing friendships, his health, and even his teeth.

In an interview with Vaughan Blakey in 2013, the then 42 year old described his early days on the tour.

“You had no supervision. You had opportunity. It wasn’t like it is today. No coaches. No team managers. Racing from this place to the next. Half the time you’d sleep in the contest tent and go and get a baguette in the morning and do what you had to do to get by. And eventually, people are inviting you to stay, local people. Then you start to do well and you start earning some money. And then you start to have fun because you’ve got the stamina, you’re doing well and you think you can handle it. These days, it’s nothing like that.

“I’d get up in the morning, eat breakfast, go surfing, hang out, go surf beautiful waves again in the afternoon and then go party. If there were drugs there you took them. Coke. Acid. Whatever. You just didn’t think about it.”

Shane Herring cycled through psychiatric facilities before entering rehab in 2010, where he stayed for nearly a year.

Post-retirement, Herring’s life has been a mix of recovery and redemption. He worked as a ding repairer in Byron Bay and later reconnected with Greg Webber in the 2020s to collaborate on a new line of Shane Herring-branded surfboards, focusing on custom designs with a team including Justin Crawford and Jimmy Young-Whitforde.

He was a force, a cautionary tale and a funny and glorious little man who was loved and who will be missed.

I called up Herro’s old Dee Why pal Justin Crawford about him and he described a “classic little leprechaun. He didn’t hate anything and never had a bad word for anyone or anything… except for concaves.”

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Dane Reynolds on prosthetic leg.
Dane Reynolds on prosthetic leg. | Photo: @napkinapocalypse

Breaking: Surf world rallies around Dane Reynolds after online sleuths discover former champ on prosthetic leg

Shock wave sent through surf communities worldwide.

The Bakersfield surfer Dane Reynolds, known for his intuitive and explosive style of surfing and who was rated fourth in the world thirteen years ago and still worth all the pro surfers combined, has sent a shockwave through the surf world after being filmed on a prosthesis.

The almost-forty-year-old Dane Reynolds, a father of three and a millionaire a few times over, was filmed cleaning the floor of his Carpinteria compound with a bagless vacuum cleaner, the vision posted on his wife Courtney’s wildly popular account @napkinapocalypse.

Courtney posted the film in a carousel along with the caption, Dane broke his foot.

It’s the latest in a long-line of mishaps for the pro surfer turned surf shop vendor.

Three years ago Dane Reynolds’ bucolic idyll was shattered by the noisy arrival of Kourtney Kardashian and her husband Travis Barker when they splurged $16.5 million buying Conan Hayes’ redundant beach house.

Shortly after, Reynolds walked through a glass door in Mexico, shattering the glass and puncturing his forehead.

One year ago, was forced to shutter his iconic Ventura surf shop Chapter 11 shortly before it was bulldozed by developers.

The green shack was called Chapter 11 and lived at 365 East Santa Clara Street in Ventura. It was a place where its famous owner would greet customers and offer screen-printed t-shirts, still warm from the freshly applied inks.

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Chat live, sling barbs, make new pals, day two, Rip Curl Pro Portugal

Talk is our cheapest commodity!

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There’s only one certified G right now, and his name is Italo Ferreira.  Imperious in yellow, he stitched together the highest heat total of today, and really, no-one else’s surfing came close.  | Photo: WSL

Italo Ferreira surges into world title favouritism in Portugal as surf tour continues to reel from Tate-gate

There’s only one certified G right now, and his name is Italo Ferreira.

​Day One at the Meo Rip Curl Pro dawned grey and sombre. 

Even on the best of days, Portugal is the most maligned event on Tour, owing to the narrow-mindedness of vocal Australian and North American fans to whom sardine pate on toast is considered anathema.

But you are wrong, as well as culturally retarded.

For proof, look only to the previous few days, where the world’s best, with bellies full of bacalao, have been getting spat out of tubes bending over Supertubos’ sand like they were curled with the precision of Cristiano Ronaldo’s right boot, and as wide as his grin.

The greyness of the day was owed mostly to this juxtaposition. Supertubos has pumped in the run up to this event. Everyone has had their fill. And so it was logical that we’d be greeted with mediocre waves and a stormy, uncertain forecast for the days ahead.

The standard WSL slap in the face from the much-lauded Mother Nature. For the WSL, it remains largely an unrequited love affair.

To be fair, the waves were clean and fun in the morning. Barron Mamiya got a good one, perhaps the best of the day, as foreshadowed by Jesse Mendes, a man whose vocal tones personify doom.

“I don’t expect to see many clean barrels today,” Mendes prophesied ominously.

Thanks, Jesse, I thought. Let’s settle in comfortably for the rest of the day, shall we?

Mamiya advanced comfortably, his 14.50 total the second highest of the day, and greater than the cumulative points of his opponents Edgard Groggia and Cole Houshmand.

But what a faux-pas out of the water for Houshmand! Aligning yourself with someone as vile as Andrew Tate, even if only via the superficiality of a social media post, is a misstep of the highest order. 

Of course, he wouldn’t be the first young man to fall for the cult of personality or perceived power. He was born and raised in a country predicated on it.

Countrymen and friends Griffin and Crosby Colapinto were victorious in heats two and three, though one would hope on a different bent to Houshmand. Certainly Griffin’s claim that he’d been “connecting with the dunes and the daffodils” in his pre-heat spiritual limbering is a world away from taking selfies with a rapist and calling him a G.

There’s only one certified G right now, and his name is Italo Ferreira.

Imperious in yellow, he stitched together the highest heat total of today, and really, no-one else’s surfing came close.

He left it late in his heat against Jackson Bunch and Frederico Morais. With seven minutes on the clock he was in last position. But he was a cat pawing at garden birds, surfing seven waves before his innate murderous instinct took hold and he gripped one in his teeth and broke its neck.

He rotated through clear air in the Portuguese sky on back-to-back lefts. He probably should’ve had a brace of nines. As it was, a high eight and a mid seven were more than enough.

“I know how to play this game,” he said post-heat, stroking his whiskers and referencing Jackson Bunch scoring a seven for an air, and his recognition in that moment of what the judges were looking for.

 

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Italo continues to be in a rare rhythm. If titles were still decided on cumulative points over the course of a season, you’d be silly not to back him, even at this early stage.

One man who wouldn’t know rhythm if it inserted a finger in his arsehole is Mitchell Salazaar. Back in the booth after a too-short hiatus, he brought his established brand of cheesy spanglish witterings.

Speaking to DJ Ahmed Spins (pal of Ramzi Boukhaim and typically shite WSL studio guest) Salazaar enquired if he’d ever been to Mexico.

Or rather, Mehhhiiiiicco.

Mr Spins replied that he had not.

“You should come,” said Mitch. “We’d love to have you.”

We?

WE?

At time of writing, it remains unclear who authorised Salazaar to speak on behalf of 130 million Mexican citizens (of which he is not one).

In fairness, the quality of studio guests was cranked up a notch as the swell deteriorated and the wind blew onshore to end the day. Gabriel Medina graced the booth, offering a welcome cocktail of graciousness and cool indifference to Salazaar and Kaipo Guererro.

Kaipo, undeterred, spoke of faith and god’s plan in reference to the injury keeping Medina from the water. Such was Guerrero’s prayer, I wondered what terrible ailment or misfortune plagued Medina! But still just a sore teat. No timetable for return as yet.

Medina was present for the final heat of the day, watching friend Miguel Pupo take victory over Leo Fioravanti and Deivid Silva. The anecdote about him and Pupo surfing mock heats against one another (filmed and studied in the aftermath to verify scoring, no less) was yet more evidence as to why Brazilians tend to do this pro surfing thing better than anyone.

As the round drew to a close it was decided conditions were no longer suitable. The wind was too strong, the tide too high. And so the men’s competition was paused in the interests of equality whilst the women were sent out to surf.

 

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Nicolas Cage (right) on top of peak surf rage.
Nicolas Cage (right) on top of peak surf rage.

Nicolas Cage reveals secret to reaching peak surf rage!

"Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs."

There comes a time in every surfer’s life, multiple hundreds of times in fact, when he or she is out in the lineup, minding business, having a little fun, paddling for a wave when boom… an egregious drop in occurs. Now, typically the bile flows freely, loud shouts unleashed, insults thrown. Maybe the offending barn is pointed to the beach. Maybe followed around for the rest of the session, holes bored into back of head with laser stares.

But every once in a while, the aforementioned scenario plays out except the offended surfer just can’t muster any ire. The egregious drop in happens and she or he merely shrugs, kicks out and doesn’t feel… anything.

It is in these times when supplements must be utilized to get it back up. But what? How? Well, two-time Academy Award winning actor Nicolas Cage has just shared the secret. He plays, as you certainly know by now, The Surfer in the acclaimed new Lorcan Finnegan picture by the same name. In it, he is pushed to the brink by crusty locals and must reach a heretofore unheard of level of surf rage in order to survive.

The trick?

“I was listening to ‘Jump Around’ by House Of Pain,” Cage told film industry resource Empire. “For some reason, that song would come out when I was in my state of madness, when I was losing it at [the surfers] when they were torturing my character. It was just in my head. I started mocking them back and I started singing it at them: ‘Are you gonna jump around? Jump around! Jump around!’ And then they started listening to it and then we were all singing it.”

Who knew?

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