Pro call out stories?
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Lolocaust.
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It has been said the pretzel king himself challenged Lucas Magoon to a duel at a shitty club in Big Bear a fortnight ago after he won WoR…
source: the bible
source: the bible
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Shredsterr
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One time I was skiing and wentt owooow!!Owi wowi man its a jungle party! so then i kept skiing it was indeed a jungle party
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>be gaper me
>get cut off above pipe
>yell at snake
>snake turns around
>oh shit oh shit oh shit
>its torin yater wallace
>bask in his armada hoodie's glory
>we simultaneously appologize
>me still in shock as he drops into the pipe
>mind blown because doubles
/claim
>get cut off above pipe
>yell at snake
>snake turns around
>oh shit oh shit oh shit
>its torin yater wallace
>bask in his armada hoodie's glory
>we simultaneously appologize
>me still in shock as he drops into the pipe
>mind blown because doubles
/claim
caucasian_chad
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I thought this thread was going to be about GNAR style pro call outs. Apparently it is not, therefore it sucks.
I called out Shaun White at Northstar a couple years ago. He was pretty unhappy about it too.
I called out Shaun White at Northstar a couple years ago. He was pretty unhappy about it too.
One time... a long time ago...
I was the head digger at High North Ski Camp.
We had a very strict policy about absolutely anyone riding the lane - you had to talk to Shane (camp owner). Plain and simple - ride the lane? Talk to Shane.
One day, a couple of really big pros - one of them being Simon Dumont - rolled up looking to hit our big jump, which was in immaculate condition due to the severe hard work of the diggers. In these days, we didn't get much cat work so the more people that hit the jump, the more work there was for the entire (unpaid) dig crew. The more tracks, the more shovels full of snow to fill them.
There was insurance worries, traffic, damage to the lane, etc.
Ride the lane? Talk to Shane.
So Mr. Dumont rolls up with a crew, and says "Hey can we hit this?"
I clearly state - "Sorry guys, not right now. Just go talk to Shane and I'm sure it will be all good." I promptly take my hit on the jump and stop at the bottom.
The crew at the top stands there for a bit, most of them abandoning the mission and heading down to either talk to Shane or realize that they'd already been rejected and walk away. However, Mr. Dumont decides to take a hit. He does so. Pulls off some kind of awesome trick, everyone claps.
He rolls up to me, looking defiant - but I'm a good soldier.
I yell "What you think you're too fucking famous to follow the rules?".
I walk away, Simon doesn't come back for the rest of the summer.
We've worked it out since then. I was a little hot headed about who rode the lane, and it was a dick move.
I was the head digger at High North Ski Camp.
We had a very strict policy about absolutely anyone riding the lane - you had to talk to Shane (camp owner). Plain and simple - ride the lane? Talk to Shane.
One day, a couple of really big pros - one of them being Simon Dumont - rolled up looking to hit our big jump, which was in immaculate condition due to the severe hard work of the diggers. In these days, we didn't get much cat work so the more people that hit the jump, the more work there was for the entire (unpaid) dig crew. The more tracks, the more shovels full of snow to fill them.
There was insurance worries, traffic, damage to the lane, etc.
Ride the lane? Talk to Shane.
So Mr. Dumont rolls up with a crew, and says "Hey can we hit this?"
I clearly state - "Sorry guys, not right now. Just go talk to Shane and I'm sure it will be all good." I promptly take my hit on the jump and stop at the bottom.
The crew at the top stands there for a bit, most of them abandoning the mission and heading down to either talk to Shane or realize that they'd already been rejected and walk away. However, Mr. Dumont decides to take a hit. He does so. Pulls off some kind of awesome trick, everyone claps.
He rolls up to me, looking defiant - but I'm a good soldier.
I yell "What you think you're too fucking famous to follow the rules?".
I walk away, Simon doesn't come back for the rest of the summer.
We've worked it out since then. I was a little hot headed about who rode the lane, and it was a dick move.
13295784:skisocks said:
I lay here in wait. Training, learning, and delving into an unparalleled level of skiing. The hood crew will never be able to match my prowess, skill, or natural ability.
And now a Haiku:
Hoodcrew fucked my bitch?
I am the king of the hood
You disguise your fear
