Surf: straight up, no chaser — ‘cept the white wash (we suppose) when you get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. We were sort of excited to see what sort of party the competitors threw after surfing that gnarly slab, but at the end of the edit we were glad that the Mad Hueys stuck with, well, the competition. Gives a rather comprehensive overview of what went down for those who didn’t watch it live. Want more? How about the wipeouts?
Anyway, good to see all the boys come out limbs in tact. And as we’ve come to expect of the hellman, Brad Domke is back at the 2:15 mark, towing in around the rest of the lineup. Lastly, who ever this poor soul was, damn…
