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Stepping onto the
Indies Trader - aka - the Big Red
Boat , you feel like you're making
a part of history, discovering a
new wave or surfing in front of a
village of locals. Everything
onboard the Indies Trader has a
bit of history to it, from the
original name down to the steering
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The Indies Trader was once known
as the Indies Raider, but captain
Daly changed it when he took sole
ownership. What the boat lacks in
speed makes up for it in comfort,
distance and notoriety.
The crew
aboard the Trader is first class.
Nights were spent around the
galley sipping the local brew and
listening to Martin's stories of
past discoveries and salvages.
Much of the boat is made up of
pieces of salvaged wrecks.
Jimmy
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Jimmy is the son of Bob Rotherham,
who runs a hotel at the famed
Punta La Liberated in El Salvador.
Jimmy is by far the best
underground ripper I have ever
seen.
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His style is perfect and he
knows how to get barreled. He was
blowing the top off of waves with
front side snaps that flowed into
functional airs. It must be nice
to have a perfect world-class
point break in front of your
house.Jimmy also acted as our guide
translator, which came in handy
more than once. Somewhere near the
Nicaraguan border, the Indies
Trader was stopped and boarded by
the local military. The locals
were most likely looking for drug
smugglers but anyone holding a
machine gun is still frightening.
After a day of searching for new
spots, Jimmy took us to a secluded
island for lobster and cold
cervezas. He was my hero after
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Timmy Turner
I've known Timmy for several years
now, but this was the first trip we've
ever been on together. I was pretty
psyched when I heard the news, but not
as psyched as Timmy was.
Our flights to
our destination went smoothly
until we descended, which is when
Timmy and I looked at each other
and were screaming in pain. We
both had sinus headaches that felt
like screwdrivers were being
driven into our brains. They were
pretty severe so we decided to
have a couple of drinks, which is
never just a couple with Timmy and
me. The next day the waves were
perfect and perfectly suited for
Timmy. 6-8 footers rolled in all
morning with light off-shores.
Timmy is probably the only guy
from Huntington that can't surf
small waves as well as he can when
it's macking. Timmy has a classic
barrel riding style, with his back
arched and hand dragging low in
the tube. |
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Tom Carroll
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Never in a thousand years did I
ever think Id ever get to go on a
trip with Tom Carroll. His
attitude and humbleness is
unbelievable. He surfs with the
stoke of a 14-year old grom and
treats everyone with an enormous
amount of respect. Tom surfed
every session like it was his
last, putting every inch of muscle
into each form. I almost wish I
wasn't shooting photos so I could
sit back and just watch him surf.
He surfs each wave flawlessly,
from every bottom turn to cutback.
His barrel riding is phenomenal as
well; he always would get as deep
as possible and never squat. |
Shayne Allen
Our online journalist Shayne Allen
made the trip complete with his Aussie
slang, tales of womanizing and constant
laughter. Shayne is an all around solid
Aussie. He hails from the town of
Avalon, where he lives near the
Quiksilver HQs and Mr. Kelly Slater
himself.
His role aboard the Trader was to
account for each day's events and log
them online. His tales had loads of
humor in them, he didn't hold back in
describing the day's happenings. Shayne
actually got one of the better paddle-in
waves of the trip with TC and the boys
robbing all of the good waves and Timmy
Turner getting the rest, it was pretty
hard to nab a good solid wave. Shayne
lucked out however and grabbed a beast
of a left, pulled in looking directly at
us in the tin boat and threw a scaka.
That's his style - purely comical. It
was probably the biggest barrel. I
thought it was hilarious. On the
right-hander we scored Shayne
continually demolishing the waves with
heavy snaps alley oops and solid
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Strider 'Rasberry'
Wasilewski
Striders life is a pretty funny story.
When Strider was a grom, he did a little
modeling gig to make some money. Some
famous photographer found him around the
beach or something and paid him some big
bucks to take some photos. Sounds creepy
but it was legit. So what does Strider
do with the money?
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He buys plane tickets to Hawaii for him
and his friends. Keeping in mind that
Strider was like 13 at the time, and he
just hopped on a plane without knowing
where he was going to stay. Somehow he
pulled it off and hasn't stopped surfing
the North Shore since.
Strider had just come back from that
massive swell in Tahiti, so these waves
were probably nothing to him. Strider
seemed to take over the Jet Ski
responsibilities for the time because of
sore shoulder. He whipped Morcom and TC
perfectly into every wave, but somehow
he managed to run into the tin boat we
were shooting from, giving us a good
scare.
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Todd Morcom
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Morcom straight up
charges. Everyone knows it. But he
was pushing the boundaries by towing
into these 8 footers with my flash
in his hand.
If you've ever been towed before,
you'd know how hard it would be to
do it with one hand. Morcom had
enough to worry about with these
nuts waves without my strobe
flashing in his face. Morcom has a
strict routine while onboard as
well. He and TC made up their own
training routine around the boat
everyday just sweating in the
blistering heat. But his strength
shows in his surfing, with his solid
barrel riding and beefy turns.
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