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Shewlur...All the time when I was a little grom. I grew up skiing at a small hill in Massachusetts, where I would rack up 60+ days a year. Back in the day, there was a huge contingent of local kids that would go after school and on weekends.
One day when I was like 12, my "crew" and I were minding our own business building little kickers and seshing a sketchy corrugated setup we made in the woods. Some kids came flying through and talked shit after my buddy fell loll. We shouted stuff at them while they were riding under the lift later that day. The chirps went back and forth for a while and the beef culminated in my spear throwing his pole at one of the kids.
We were little shits.
cannonballerNot really a 'fight' just a funny incident. I was probably ~20yo. Skiing under the lift. A chair full of ~13 year olds over head on the chair were doing typical teenager stuff...yelling, swearing, throwing snowballs at everyone skiing below them. I looked up and made a quick mental note of what they looked like. A few runs later one of the kids stopped on the trail next to me and my buddy. We pounced on him, popped his skis off, and tossed them about 30' off the trail. Then we helped him pu and said 'learn some respect'. He was none the worse for wear but he did have to go crawling through the woods for his skis.
DrZoidbergSurfing defintely has more fights. I've never seen one at my break, but it's been close, often over waist high shit. One guy I surf with called out this dude who nobody likes cause he drops in on people constantly and thinks he's super zen for only riding hipster boards. Lots of words but no fists, probably cause the guy nobody likes would have lost. Guy I surf with is pretty built.
SharkoI know what you mean dude. When I was first..... I
IsitWinterYet17This is the most epic fiction story I have ever ever read. Nice work hahaha
Big_MtnSome dude was littering and another guy called him out and the dude that littered wanted to fight and the other dude was like ok sure and the litterer got a broken nose and eyesocket then got pushed off the cat track that the fight occurred on.
IsitWinterYet17This is the most epic fiction story I have ever ever read. Nice work hahaha
Tickn3rIt's the story line from the orignal Point Break hahaha
SharkoI know what you mean dude. When I was first learning to surf I was paddling out, and I was struggling a little bit because I was new, so I got too close to this group of locals. This lifer runs me right over, nearly knocks me out with his board, then he gets all pissed because our leashes got tangled. He starts yelling his head off and he pulls out a dive knife and he cuts my leash.
Later, I'm showering by the restroom, minding my business, and this dude walks up with his 2 huge friends, very threatening. I tried apologizing and saying that I was new, and that I know locals don't want yuppies like me invading their favorite spots, but the guy tells me that "that would be a waste of time, we're just gonna fuck you up." His buddy comes up behind me and grabs me around the neck with the leash from his board, I shit you not I was so scared. Luckily, this other local dude who I had seen a couple times runs up full speed and he starts throwing furious punches at these assholes. The guy grabbing my neck is so freaked out by this guy that he drops me and I turn around and fight back too. This dickhead gang finally runs away with their tails between their legs, and it turns out that this guy who saved me is the ex-boyfriend of this girl I am dating who is teaching me to surf.
The ex-boyfriend tells me that this gang is legit dangerous, they live in this shitty crackhouse together and sell meth. Now, what none of these surfers knew was that I was actually working in law enforcement at the time. So I tell my partner about this gang, and he suspects that this gang is actually doing a whole bunch of worse shit, like armed robbery, maybe even a recent bank robbery. So, we arranged a full raid of their clubhouse. Local SWAT and FBI bust down the front door while I go around the back. I see through the window that they have all these assault rifles piled up and I totally freak out. I try to radio the team at the front door not to breach it, but they can't hear me because the neighbors lawnmower is running. So they breach the door, and a firefight ensues. There's bullets, drugs, prostitutes flying out of the house in all directions. I almost got my face sawed off by fighting this guy next to the still running lawn mower. One of these drugged out thugs actually shoots himself in the foot during all the chaos! After it's all over, it turns out that these aren't even the guys who did the bank robbery. Worst part was, one of the guys in the gang turned out to be an undercover DEA agent and we had totally fucked his investigation.
But, my partner is still convinced that the bank robbers he's looking for do surf at the same beach as these clowns because they found surfwax and soil at the crime scene that matches sand from that beach. So I start hanging out with the ex-boyfriend so I can meet the other surfers at that beach. Most of the surfers I met were actually pretty chill guys. They had this cool philosophy about life and about thrill seeking, this one jokester is always mooning people and he cracks me up.
So then I'm back at work with my partner and we're staking out a bank, waiting for the bank robbers to strike again. Sure enough, they hit the place just like my partner predicted. They show up heavily armed, wearing rubber masks of ex-presidents to hide their faces. They move crazy fast, hitting the cash drawers but not the vault, they've obviously don't this shit a ton of times and they know how to move fast and not get caught. On the way out one of them moons the bank customers and I get this weird sinking feeling like I know where this is headed. So I run after them on foot, targeting the dude in the Reagan masks who seems to be the leader. He's crazy athletic, like jumping fences and rolling over the hood of cars, I shit you not it's like trying to catch Jackie Chan. He jumps down into a canal and I jump after him. I had this old football injury, and as soon as a hit the ground it feels like lightning in my knee. I collapse hard on the concrete and I know my knee is fucked, but there's no way I'm gonna let this thug beat me. So I grab my pistol just as he's climbing out of the other side of the canal and I point it straight at his head. I'm gonna drop this motherfucker. He turns as looks at me, and I see his eyes through the Reagan mask and that sinking feeling hits me again. I can't see his face, but I know it's him. It's my chick's ex-boyfriend, it can't be anyone else. And I freeze. I forget all my training and all my conviction. I can't pull the trigger. As he jumps out of the canal to safety I point my gun in the air and I empty the clip screaming AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! until all the air leaves my lungs.
I think it's over, but then this guy shows up at my house. I'm like oh fuck, how did he find me? he's gonna execute me! But he doesn't. He is joking with me and trying to get me to come sky diving with him and his buddies. And in my mind I'm like WTF? Does he not recognize me? Was I wrong? He was wearing a mask, maybe it wasn't him. I guess it was just some other thug. I start to calm down and before I know it he's dragged me out the door and we're going sky diving.
I'd never been ski diving before BTW, shit's insane, you have to try it. But I didn't trust this guy still, I knew he couldn't have been the guy who robbed the bank, but I just felt this chill up my spine. What if he was the robber? What if he sabotaged my chute and that's how he's gonna get rid of me? So I make him switch chutes with me, and he's totally fine with that. I guess I was just paranoid. On the way down all his friends pull their chutes but he doesn't. He holds on until the last possible minute, it's like an adrenaline rush for him. So I'm having this crazy adrenaline experience too, I'm so jacked on this natural high that I challenge him. I yell over to him that I won't pull my chute until he pulls his. We're so close to the ground now we're gonna be hamburger, but I don't even care, I'm having the time of my life, and I'm not gonna let this guy beat me. So this fuckin' guy, not to be beat, he reaches over and pulls my chute just before pulling his own.
We're safe on the ground, and I'm so stoked. But then the ex-boyfriend get super serious all of a sudden and I know something's not right. He tells me he was the guy in the Reagan mask. He knows who I am. And, he's got my girl tied up in a secret location and his buddy is gonna gut her like a fish if I don't cooperate. He says I'm gonna help them with the next bank robbery. And I do it. What choice do I have? I can't let them hurt her, she changed my whole life by teaching me how to surf for crying out loud. The worst part is, I like it. I like the thrill of it. Robbing the bank is such a rush, it's just like skydiving all over again. But then it all goes wrong. They get greedy. They try to open the vault. It's taking too long. That gives the bank security guard enough time to hatch a plan. Turns out one of the guys in the bank that day was an undercover cop. They jump up with guns blazing and our buddy gets caught in the crossfire. The ex-boyfriend is so pissed that his friend got shot that he beats my ass and leaves me there for the cops to find as he makes his getaway.
So they arrest me of course. But, my partner still believes in me. Instead of taking me in we decide to chase down these motherfuckers and end this. We meet up with them at the airport as they're trying to escape in their skydiving plane. On of them gets the drop on us though. He plugs my partner in the chest. and forces me onto the plane with them. You see, their plan is to jump out over Mexico and land the plane somewhere else so the authorities look in the wrong place. They think they'll get away and the cops will find and plane and me and I'll be the only one who goes down for this. But they underestimated me. They forgot that they taught me to enjoy the rush, the thrill, the adrenaline. So I do the craziest shit I can think of. I jump out the plane behind them. No parachute. I shit you not I jumped out of an airplane with nothing but a pistol in my hand. I smash full speed into the ex-boyfriend and I grab him tight. I put the gun to his head and yell for him to pull the cord. And he won't do it. Crazy son of a bitch won't pull the cord. He just keeps yelling "no, YOU pull it!", like it's some kind of thrill seeking game, like he wants me to chicken out first. We're both gonna splatter on the ground and this guy's balls are so big he won't pull the fucking cord. I freak out and I pull it, but I have to drop the gun to do it. We hit the ground with the chute half open, he runs to a getaway car and I get up to run after him. I take one step and my knee is fucked, I fall face first in the dirt and I can't get up. I know without a doubt he has beaten me. The only saving grace is that he kept his word. My girl is there safe and sound at the drop zone.
But he hasn't beaten me. Never. I know where he's going. The 50 year storm is gonna hit Australia that summer, the break at Bells Beach is going to be bigger than Waimea. He'd never miss this, he lives for this big wave shit. So I meet him there, right on the beach with the Australian police at my back. He's got no gun and no way out. I cuff him, I'm gonna drag him in. Not only am I gonna beat this guy, but I'm going to take away the only thing he loves: his waves. And then I see it in his eye. He's wild, unhinged. He's magnificent in his rage. And I realize I can't do it. I can't put him behind bars, it's like putting a tiger in a cage. It would be a crime against nature to hold this man back. And then I did the unthinkable. I let the perp go. Right in front of the whole Australian police force. He got on his board and got out there. He paddled out into the 50 year storm. Waves were as high skyscrapers. And we both knew he was never coming back.
search4freshiesJohnny Utah in the building.
SessionI think I know exactly who you're talking about. Pretty sure this dude was sitting in the lot opening day at Meadows last year. Spent more time talking shit about skiers than getting on the snow.
FuckthefuckoffSome middle-age dude was yelling at me in front of his kid over some bs, the kid then tries to hit me with a ski pole and I threw the kid to the ground and just started to pound the living shit out of the kid. I knocked the motherfucker out right in front of the kids dad. I think I broke the kids jaw.
search4freshiesThis was a family run ski area in Pennsylvania, and like I said I was lucky enough to have an in with the family that ran it. We used to get away with a lot of shit back then, this being some of the least of it. Including stealing snowmobiles for joy rides, cutting locks on the gates so we could ride our bikes on the mountain, almost flipping my buddies jeep trying to get sendy in the halfpipe during summer, and burning a couch in the middle of the slope in February. I was a teenager and a scofflaw. Luckily this was back in a time/place where it was still (unacceptably) acceptable to fuck off as a kid.
EscapeTheGapeYeah thats gonna be a fat doubt from me.
Young_pattyNaw dude I was there. I was the kid.
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foolmetwicethere appeared to be a fight club at hyland goin for a few yrs ovr by the big jumps amongst the obnoxious suburban middle school snowboarders who run hyland. Felt bad for their rents who were spending $500 a yr on passes for lil white timmy from edina to see how many times he could yell the n word n throw fake punches before his friends thought he was cool
SuspiciousFishMany years ago I was at Schweitzer night skiing with my buddy. Someone threw a snowball at me and I thought it was someone I knew so I yelled at him in a joking way. Well it ended up being a crazy snowboarder with his friend and he was blackout drunk and coked out of his mind. He caught up to me in the terrain park and started yelling at me and shoving me. I finally popped my skis off and shoved him back while by buddy was trying to get back up the slope to help me out cause it was 2 of them vs just me at the time. I finally pushed one over and got my skis back on and bombed down the hill. I had a pass then and it wasnt worth losing it over something stupid.
We got to the bottom with the snowboarders following us and told the lifty who didnt really believe me what happened. We got on the lift and the snowboarder got to the bottom, took off his board, swung it at the lifty and powered his way on lift. So the whole 5 min up, my buddy and I were on this chair with this maniac 3 chairs back yelling the whole way. We decided then we were going to mess him up bad at the top because the resort obviously couldn't do anything to help us and his buddy disappeared. Well, we got to the top and there was a squad of about 5 ski patrol waiting. We skied off a bit and then they shut the lift down, dragged him off the chair and literally strapped him into the sled while he was screaming and fighting.
We did a few more park runs and the lifty finally told me I had to go to the Patrol office to file a report. When I showed up the dude was still strapped to the sled in the office and when he saw me he went berserk and tried to squirm out of his straps. I basically told them the story and we went back to our cabin. I never heard anything more from the incident but it was some crazy shit. Im just glad I didnt get caught fighting him and had my pass yanked for it.
IdahoeLast year my resort had a rough start, but they were still trying to open as much of the lifts as possible, which lead to most of the skiable areas just being a small ribbon of snow about 5 feet wide surrounded by a rock field covered with a couple inches of snow. Me and my group of about 5 other teenagers were straightlining one of these strips to go somewhere with more snow. Suddenly this dude crosses over to the ribbon of snow from the rock field that he had been skiing on for some reason. We were going a bit too fast considering that if we had to slow down, it would mean going into the rock field. Of course this dude decides to get on the actual snow right as we go by. all 5 of us barely miss him and 2 of us actually rode over his back tips. We stop a ways down to laugh about it and talk about how much of an idiot this dude was, because he didn't even care to look up at the run to see if anyone was coming. We figured this dude could tell that he was in the wrong, but of course he starts to ski over to us, falls over, flips his goggles off his helmet so they are just hanging by the goggle strap, gets back up, and starts going off about how he almost died. Keep in mind, none of the people in my group are over 18 and this dude is at least 35. He starts calling one of my friends a girl because he's got longer hair, and then says hes going to fight us. We almost started to laugh because this dude could barely stay standing while in skis, let alone fight in them. also we're all minors, and i've heard that fighting minors is a big no-no in the legal system. Anyway, we just laughed this dude off and skied away, and he starts to follow us. We make sure to go out a side country gate and book it so he could spend his sweet time finding his way out. That was the last time we saw him that day. We saw him a few more times that season, and we always made sure to heckle him, and he would get pissed and try to chase us down, but he was just to gape to catch up. Maybe hes been training all summer to finally get his revenge on us.
jfang2799Was at kilington with my uncle. I felt good that day since i had been hitting a few rails i didnt think i could clear and was landing 3s on jumps i didnt think i could. So i decided to send a 5 off a kicker. I fell in an awkward way and started moving outta the way. Some asshole snowboarder tells me to get out the way. I tell him kys you piece of shit and i would beat his ass. I know he saw me hit the jump and not ski out because of the shape of the hill. Was ready to beat this middle aged fuck up. Got on my skis and just blazed it down looking for him. Could not find him anywhere unfortunately.