Friday, August 7, 2009

Skunk Hour

Admitting to getting skunked on trips ain't a strength of mine. I'm far too competitive. And besides, dudes wanna hear stories man. They want sick thick barrels, walking for hours trying to find them. Packin 4 dudes on a ski in the SA desert and breaking down in open ocean. Chicks. Sharks. No, better.... Orcas.

The last thing they want is the truth. Fever Dream: A royal West Australian skunking.

Backshall. Rabbits, treated forward.

Jake bru

Big bad south box. Skitzlay nabbed the only good one.

J.C. box forward.

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