Toledo out, Callinan shines, Joycey survives, Slater surfs like he's thirty, and Carmichael wins the rookie of the year.

Knocked down but gets back up again...

"Get that fucking rail in and make sure it stays in!" screams my brain.

“This was by far the worst wipeout of my life, I barely got the chance to breath between waves, when I got to the sand I was completely exhausted, to the point I couldn’t even move” 

New breed surfing coming to a rock ledge near you. Highly recommended Friday night viewing.

Medina flies, Wilson cruises, and Toledo stumbles.

Parko revisits the Occ-Cast to talk about life after the tour.