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Over 7,000 people came down to the Sacred Craft Surfboard in San Diego this weekend. Which means it was a resounding success. The droves of surfboard collectors, fans and purveyors came down to mingle with shapers old and young. Here's a couple of our lifelong friends. Mickey's not exactly the tallest human in the world, but then standing next to his latest SUP creation doesn't help. And how can you pass up an opportunity to give a nod to the always dignified Terry Martin. Photos: Tom Servais

Forget the music gig, the over-abundant board collection, the stylings, funk and fuzzy mustache. Boiled down, Donavon Frankenreieter is as good a surfer as you're apt to find. Put him on a relatively normal board, on a relatively clean wave, and this is what you get. You don't see it that often, but it's a thing of beauty when it does turn up. Photo: Pat Stacy

The Barracks with new arrivals. Note the muddy racetrack that circled the building. The mattresses on the surfboards on top of the car were stolen from behind a hotel in town. The Barracks was a five-bedroom, two-bath, ex-army officer's housing from the 1940s. That winter, we rented it for $75 a month from the Filipino owners, then sub-let mattress space on the floors of all the rooms for $18 a month, and had 18 renters. Behavior-wise, it was a total animal farm. Too ugly to describe. Photo: Courtesy Bruce Brown

Kevin Brennan, at fifteen, was winner of both the Juniors and Men’s divisions of the 1965 New South Wales state titles, in the process taking down the royalty of Australian surfing: Midget Farrelly, Nat Young and Robert Conneeley. At a wee 4’9” tall and weighing 94 pounds, Brennan none-the-less surfed powerfully and dynamically, “snap turning where other riders maintained trim and switching stance at will.” Brennan overdosed on heroin at age 25. He was named one of the countries “50 Most Influential Surfers” in 1992 by Australia’s Surfing Life magazine. --SP (Paraphrased, quoted and otherwise lifted without permission nor the slightest pang of conscience from Matt Warshaw’s ultimate research trove The Surfing Encyclopedia.) Photo: Jack Eden

You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach? So, what else needs to be said about this anonymous charger taking the plunge at an equally anonymous Cape Town bombie? Photo: Anthony Fox

The term "Curren-esque" gets bandied about a lot, and is used in reference to a surfer having impeccable style. Young Conner Coffin is more "Curren-esque" than most. Possessing an affinity for drawing clean lines, and the body English to go with it, like Curren, he also grew up honing his act on the point at Rincon and prefers to let all his surfing do the talking. What else do we have to say? Photo: Agustin Munoz

This week the Billabong Pro gets underway at J-Bay. The contest has turned in many a memorable performance over the years, Occy, Curren, Kelly to name names. A few of the boys have even been scared back to the beach thanks to the efforts of a few local great whites. And while that's all well and good, when the tour's passed through, and the point returns to a slightly more pastoral scape, thankfully the wave remains the same. Rusty Long found that out while on a recent surfari, and like all those before him that have experienced a good day at Supertubes, he left a believer. Photo: Rusty Long

By the mid-1960s surfing had emerged from the La Brea tar pits and was being saddled and ridden as a sexy new wave of youthful escapism. Tricky Dick was preparing for office, Hollywood had gone deep into Bingo films, the music industry was twanging “Walk Don’t Run” and American industry was thinking up hip, cool, and groovy ways to be “with it.” When an advertsing/marketing type thought surf, the name Hobie would come to mind. An accomplished surfer and paddler, Hobie became the defacto stuntman as well, able to handle any bizzar demand quite gracefully, as long as it plugged his brand too. “The photo of me on a surfboard with a motor was a promotional stunt for Johnson Outboard Co.," tells Hobie. "At the time, I believe jet skis were just coming on. The company asked me to put a Johnson motor on a Hobie surfboard. I think the photo was shot in San Francisco Bay but I don't remember the year (probably mid-1960s). I think it was the same year I surfed to Catalina. Bill Prentis was the guy from Johnson who set it up.”

Sherry Novack was attending Long Beach State in the mid 1960s and, feeling an attraction to surfers, as did many of the coeds from that campus, she began hanging out a tad at Jack Haley Surfboards in Seal Beach, which was the closest surf shop to the campus. During that period Sherry also demonstrated a proclivity for entering surf event beauty pageants, usually finishing first (Ms. Surf-O-Rama 1964) with foxy brunet Marsha Bainer (The “We’ve got the Shapes” girl in the Jacob’s ads) coming in second. The judge’s vote  depended on their preference for breast size and hair color. Of course, the Haley shop boys totally enjoyed her presence and there was quite a bit of posturing until she met Jack’s younger brother Mike and they became an item. Mike and I were lifeguarding nights together and he would ask me drop him off at her apartment on 9:00pm "lunch breaks" to chase Rich Chew or Mark Martinsen away. Later, she became Sherry Haley, at Sunset point, barefoot, at sunset. What a pair! This was The Beatles-era and Mike was a surfer version of George. Hair and everything. Like movie stars they drove matching black Shelby Mustang Coups, attended surf movies, contests, and parties as the ultimate surfer power couple, and made deals by overwhelming the opposition with slight of hand humor and clever repartee. Together they founded a bikini business called Leopard Spots, headquartered in a fashionable Balboa Island storefront. Their Surfer Magazine ads featured most of Sherry’s internationally renowned bosom spilling out of a Leopard Spots top. This is one of the photos from that period. –S.P. Photo: Stoner/Surfer Magazine

"What you don't really think about is that the photographer's holding the camera like six inches away from the nose of that guy's board," tells Jeff Divine. It's easy to forget the precarious positions water photographers sometimes put themselves in for the sake of capturing intimate portraits like this. Of course, he may have missed getting run over by the surfer, but the lip surely took its toll. Photo: Stuart Gibson

Existing in a parallel dimension, Stephanie Gilmore goes weightless in the Marshall Islands. Photo: Dave Sparkes

Inspired by our post on the life and death of Killer Dana, here's a then-and-now look at J-Bay. Jeff Divine snapped this first lineup in 1979, prior to any breach-front foundations being poured. Then in 2003 Rusty Long was passing through South Africa, and fired off this altered landscape. The property values may change, but thankfully the wave remains the same. Photo One: Jeff Divine. Photo Two: Rusty Long.

It's no Ron Jon, but our bet is that what this surf shop shack down in Southern Baja lacks in stellar merchandise and bitchin window displays it more than makes up for in quality ding repair. Ding repair and taco stands are a lot alike in that way: the more suspect they appear from the outside the better they usually are once your order comes up. Photo: William Sharp

Forget the ancient Polynesians, we may be able to point the finger at the Venetians for pioneering the flat-water SUP movement. Proving that Italy influences more than just fashion and fast cars, Venice's gondoliers have been stroking it upright for centuries. And now, in a moment harkening back to a more classical period, Maui pioneer Robby Naish picks up the paddle and susses out the famed canal system. Not a bad way to see the city, and certainly beats being a tourist. Photo: Damiano Levati

How many bros is too many? Depends on how big your boat is, I guess. But one way to know for sure is to ask someone aboard if they can name all the hands on deck. If they can't, it's probably too many. When it came to identifying the crew members on this luxurious Volcom charter, we tapped Troy Eckert, who was onboard. He was able to pinpoint Mike Morrissey (standing up), himself (far right), Dave Post (just to his left), and Pat Towersey (to the left of Post). He also guessed that Magnum Martinez and a kid named "Carrick" were onboard, but couldn't be sure. Five out of nine's not bad. It's probably safe to say this little rubber ducky's a tad overloaded, but then considering Divine snapped this one in 2001, we'll forgive Eckert for his lapse in memory. Now, the next question: what ran out first, gas or Bintang? Photo: Jeff Divine