Watch: Mason Ho in “Did they take your baby to harvest body organs?”

A masterclass in the childish-but-thrilling-to-watch fins-first takeoff…

In this, the fiftieth instalment of Mason Ho’s North Shore winter and spring, our innards are yanked out by Mason’s capacity to ride waves fins first.

Oh, it’s childish trick, I know, and to some about as clever as losing one’s teeth to improve the ability to fellate, but it’s a skill that has forever fascinated me.

Mason, almost thirty-two, is as light as a fart and controls the movement of tail and nose on his little five-feet and two-inch surfboard with such dexterity it leaves the viewer gasping for air like a caught fish.


Watch: Made in the USA (Part Two)! Your Guide to Great American Surf Co’s!

Wax pioneer Sticky Bumps do it all in their San Diego lab…

One year shy of fifty years in the game for an all-American, family-run biz that makes everything in a factory out the back of Carlsbad, well, that ain’t a bad sorta run. 

This short, hosted by Charlie Smith, is part two in our Made in the USA series that celebrates companies that don’t use Chinese or Bangladeshi sweatshops where brave children are tapped for a few years and then thrown away on the scrap heap with all the other tweens the factory owner has destroyed.

In this series, it’s American workers, American ideas. American juggernauts of steely muscle and bravado. 

And, today, you’ll tap into Wax Research, makers of Sticky Bumps, and see how wax is produced in a no-waste, all-American facility where everything is created in-house.

Sticky Bumps is also the official wax of BeachGrit and the makers of our own very special blend, perfumed to the heavens, coming real soon. 

Watch: Mikey Wright in, “You fucken get sick of crew asking what’s wrong with ya!”

Ongoing spinal issues with Mikey has kept that firecracker’s fuse unlit. Until now!

I  doubt if we’ll see a family like the Wrights within surfing ever again, at least in my lifetime.

Three surfers on the tour, including a duel world champ, and all of ’em with their own aesthetic.

For added spice, mysterious illnesses have derailed two thirds of the pack. These include Owen’s so-rare-it-didn’t-have-a-name delayed brain trauma that resulted in a push for compulsory helmets and Tyler’s potentially career-ending Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

Ongoing spinal issues with Mikey, meanwhile, has kept that firecracker’s fuse unlit.

Until now.

Here, we five minutes of Mikey raising his switchblade in the air and raining down in fast vicious wood.

It’s a war whoop, of sorts.




Watch: Mason Ho in “Got dicks to suck and seats to bend over!”

Your favourite surfer rides one single fin, one day, two-to-fifeen feet. Includes two near-scalpings.

Mason Ho and his filmer Rory Pringle sure don’t flap their arms around waiting for life to happen.

Every week, a new edit, a new-ish angle.

In today’s instalment of Mason Ho’s life on the North Shore, with winter gone and the Shore heading towards summer with its wild azaleas, mountain laurel, trillium and other blooming flowers putting on a dazzling display, we’re treated to a last swell.

April 15. Mason wakes up, waves are two feet. By dark it’s fifteen.

He rides, mostly, one board, a six-four single screw San Clemente’s Timmy Patterson shaped for Donnie Frankenreiter twenty years ago.

As always, his feet are on fire and his ass rarely catches a rail although our little frenzied rodent is almost scalped, twice, the second time by daddy Mike.

It’ll knock the moss off you!

Bluewater sailing: John Florence in “Money can’t buy you happiness, but it can buy you a yacht big enough to pull up right alongside it!”

Soar across the Pacific with John John Florence and pals…

You ever wanted to throw the ropes and point a boat somewhere thousands of miles beyond?

Four years ago, the two-time world champ John John Florence declared, “My ultimate goal with sailing is to be able to travel fast, cover long distances, and go surfing. I want to combine the two.”

So he buys snowboarder Travis Rice’s forty-eight foot cat, Falcor, with its three “queen berths” (everyone’s a queen at sea), one thousand feet of sail area and a main saloon where all sorts of naughty and dangerous activities often take place at sea, and follows a dream.

This ain’t no cheap boat with narrow cots and a large mirror shard on top of a steamer trunk and some taped-up magazine pictures on the wall.

A fine vessel built for adventurous trans-Pacific voyages.

Of all the edits and series doin’ the rounds this draws gypsy rings around ’em all.