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Click the image to see Peter Mel & a slew of groms enjoying themselves “down under”.

More more of “the Condor” visit his nest on Facebook.

In the world of surfing today, documentation is bigger than ever. Whether you’ve been jet-setting around the world in search of perfect pits or running across the beach at your local spot, you’ve got to have proof- right?

You wouldn’t want to come home empty-handed (especially when you intend on boasting to your bros), would you? After all it’s: Get the shot. Bag the clip. Get the girl (or boy). Right? At least, that’s what they tell us…

(via philipgoold.com)

(via brettgnarley.com)

Let’s say (hypothetically of course), the waves are firing at your local spot with no one around… but you don’t have a photographer handy to film you gettin’ shreddy with your best bud. Sounds like you’re stuck in pickle.

Don’t panic. Do as Sanuk’s Philip Goold and Bretty Barley did. Grab the nearest camera, film for a few minutes and GET OUT THERE! That way you’ve got just enough proof for some high-quality mindsurfing material AND most importantly- you got to surf.

For more visit: www.philipgoold.com and www.brettgnarley.com

We’re willing to wager a pretty penny that our favorite little buddy, Cal Saxton, and Stab Magazine, hit it off big time when they met on the playground.

From the looks of it, the fun-loving, debauchery-infused, fire-spitting periodical has taking quite a liking to Kid Creature- giving away Cal’s shirts with every subscribtion. That’s right. You can now get your read on AND look fly doin’ it…

About STAB: “Stab represents a cultural shift in surfing that began with the globalisation of everything via high-speed internet access… Stab leads the change among surfers that includes a new sense of fashion, a powerful interest in pop culture and a desire to see surfing from new angles. Stab creates interest and draws from diverse sources. It cooks up world-first exclusives and forces debate. Stab is the base that defines the sport and the era’s cultural renaissance.”

What the heck are we talking about?

What is Kid Creature? Find out for yourself: click here!

Last one on the monkey bars is a rotten egg!

Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to introduce a very special guest. Please welcome, Sanuk teamrider and New Jersey’s own, Brendan Buckley.

Born a man, but raised by a small pack of rabid wolves, Brendan isn’t afraid to tell it like it is. It’s no secret most surfers possess a pretty minuscule vocabulary (i.e. dude, bro, gnarly). No offense, Spicoli- but nowadays, finding a shredder armed with the ability to draft a coherent sentence is harder than it seems. Good thing Mr. Buckley isn’t just another pretty cutback.

Call us crazy, but we’ve decided to give him a spot as a guest contributor to the Sanuk Blog… Fair warning, folks. The following words are from the Jersey-ian, himself.

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MTV Chopped Down my Cherry Tree— An exposé written by Saunk Teamrider Brendan Buckley.

Regardless of what those ghost hunter TV shows lead you to believe, a conscience is the worst possible thing to be haunted.  When your conscience is haunted, your brilliant world dulls.  When your conscience is haunted, nothing matters as much as it should.  When your conscience is haunted, Aunt Jemimah could whip you up a tall stack of pancakes, and you would hardly even enjoy them.  Now let me tell you something, ghost hunters- there ain’t no door slamming floor creaking poltergeist capable of sabotaging fluffy buttermilk goodness made by the esteemed hand of the queen of breakfast herself.

My conscience is haunted.  And when I say “my”, I mean New Jersey’s.  My home state hasn’t really had the best reputation in popular culture.  I recall being young and being told that New Jersey is the armpit of America.  Rude!  That state slandering bully must have come from the (possibly tribal tattooed) biceps of America.

Facing adversity in the form of verbally abrasive bodily comparisons, my state stood strong.  Proud even.  Armpit?  Whatever.  At least we’re not the grundle (That means you, Nebraska).  So as the armpit, we drafted on in the glowing allure and splendor and grandeur of New York City.  And as the armpit, we coasted along in all of the many great things that Philadelphia has to offer.  Sure, we may not be NYC or Philly, but at least we’re close.  So we stood strong, proud, strange, and mostly insignificant, like a Minor League baseball pitcher with an compulsive obsession for canned corn beef hash.

Speaking of compulsive obsessions with canned corn beef hash, then SHE came along. Yes… Snooki.  What you don’t know can’t hurt you.  Unfortunately, you know her.  Obama knows her.  I know her.  And I hurt.  I hurt because I am from the Jersey Shore.  I hurt because the cast of “Jersey Shore” basically did to the Jersey Shore what Borat did to Kazakhstan.  If you think about it, the colors of incest and general cultural inanities that Borat uses to paint us the picture of Kazakhstan basically parallel the behavioral patterns displayed on the Jersey Shore.  Move over, Nebraska.

The Internet has no rules.  Hence, I hereby declare myself King of the Internet.  And as my first order as King of the Internet, I appoint myself as the Official Spokesperson of New Jersey.  I quote.

From the desk of the Official Spokesperson of New Jersey:

“Please do not judge the coastline of New Jersey by the heathens whose television show bear it’s common name.  I assure you that New Jersey is a beautiful country, and that the real humans from there are nothing like the ones on the show.  Furthermore, it can be assumed that Snooki’s nether regions smell like a Polish meat locker and that Paully D is, in fact, fantastically insecure and that he sobs himself to sleep most every night.”

I had to get that one off my chest.  Now that you know the truth about my country, you can book a trip to Kazakhstan and stop in New Jersey along the way.  If you cross paths with Aunt Jemimah during your travels, please ask her to get in touch with me. Please.

Sincerely,

Brendan Buckley
King of the Internet
Official Spokesperson of New Jersey

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“I-Survived-this-Post-and-all-I-got-was-this-stupid-shirt” Shirts coming soon.

For more Buckley-ness: www.embracethegoose.com

Sanuk teamrider, Brett “Gnarly” Barley, has been paying dues in Hawaii this winter. As an East Coaster, Brett is no stranger to battling for supremacy away from home.

(via Transworld Surf)

“Sir Brettly” has been on a mission to prove himself in Hawaiian waters- most notably at the Banzai Pipeline, a place known for heavy surf, challenging conditions and make-or-break waves.

(via Transworld Surf)

For a competitive surfer, sometimes being island-side isn’t always palm trees and mai tais… Okay- Well maybe it is, but trying to make a name for oneself amidst thick crowds, intimidating bruddahs, and great expectations doesn’t always prove as relaxing as a Hawaiian vacation might sound.

One sure fire way to enjoy one’s stay? Take the good with the bad and adopt a positive outlook. After all, how often does one get to surf the best waves in the world with only three guys out? Exactly.

(via: Surfline.com / Photo: Jeremiah Klein)

Last year, Brett turned heads (and lenses) at the Volcom Pipe Pro as he took down big names advancing all the way to the semis. Labeled a “Dark Horse” and crowd favorite, Brett has started to carve out a niche for himself in the Aloha State. Here’s just one of 20 frames from a sequence featured on Surfline.com from Day One at this year’s contest.

(via: Surfline.com / Photo: Jeremiah Klein)

Brah, it’s no secret the waves have been going off over there. Here’s some moving images Brett sent us starring the man himself and some amigos.

The day after, Pipe so graciously handed Brett’s eyebrow one hell of a beating…Yowza. With five stitches and a little bit of R&R, Brett was back on his board and back to charging.

No guts no glory, right?

Get gnarly at: www.brettgnarley.com

See more videos at: www.youtube.com/sirbrettly