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!