I Smell Varmint Poontang!

Golfers? Kill the golfers? Remember Caddyshack where the Scottish groundskeeper is telling Bill Murray that he wants him to kill all the gophers that are fucking up the golf course but it sounds like he's saying he wants him to kill all the golfers? What? You don't remember that part? What are you, stupid? That shit was hilarious.



Anyway, many months ago it was revealed to a select group of people that the miniature golf course in Kaneohe was skateable and it was supposed to be on some hush hush secret type shit. Yeah, that lasted pretty long. Word got out pretty quick but when these pictures were taken it was still pretty virgin. In fact some of the shit still had astroturf on it. Oh well, we shredded the fuck out of that place a few times until one day an angry policeman came down and almost arrested everybody. Since then I have heard stories of tickets and near arrests and/or trips to jail for being caught in action at the golf course.

These pictures are from a little more than four months ago. Holy shit, I'm slacking sooooo hard on this blog shit. Oh well. Like I've always said, blogs are fucking stupid so who really gives as shit?
Peep it.


Flashbacks to to the days of Castle Park.


Big Perm rides both ways, I think this is a front crook to fakie but maybe not. Weirdo.


Hartsel however is a goof like me, so I know that this is an Indy nosepick. Seen, boy?


My man Kenneth was down to clean the snake run. What a sport.


Kai even did a little landscaping to make the bricks more shreddable.


Riley appreciated it so much he immediately got his bomb on.


In fact, you're probably going to be seeing some footage of this place in Attack Of the Killer Haole. That shit is almost finished from what I hear, and you know the Bedpan videos are no joke.


Speaking of one killer haole, this tall redheaded stepchild was filming a banger. You know Sean always brings the Payne no matter what the terrain.


Then there was this section.


Chad was like "this shit would be so much better without the astroturf on it..."


G.O. and some henchmen made short work of that shit.


Gary can smell this kind of shit miles away. He has a particular set of skills. He will find it, he will modify it, and he will kill it.


Hartsel had some tips for the In4mation dudes on how to get properly gnarly in a tight bowl situation.


Keith channeled the spirit of your boy Marvo and was like "Let's go..."


So we broke out.


To get some vittles at Hartsel's crib.


Inna stuff your face stylee, super positive grind vibes!


Jef debriefed us on the classified pool documents hidden deep within his hard drive.


Wish I had a custom personalized Mark Gonzales hand-painted board on MY wall. I'll settle for admiring the one he gave Jef.


Good shit all over the place at this dude's house.


Used to be quite a toy collector myself so I can appreciate the finer things in life also.


Snitches get stiches.


The Blaze put a cap on the end of a long day shredding.
Goodnight!

Might As Well Jump!

Go ahead and jump.
Jump ramps were a really, really big deal back when I first started skating many, many moons ago.
If you could get busy on a jump ramp, or launch ramp as they were also known, you had mad respect.
Shit, in those days if you could kill launch ramps, wallride, and stand on your hands good, you were pretty much sponsored.
Ill shit.
So back in early October some of us senior citizen dudes all got together at the In4mation office to shoot the shit and craft a little something nostalgic to fuck around on.
Todd set it off.
He called me up early on a Sunday and said he wanted to build a jump ramp.
That's what we did.


Look how serious this dude is.


Keith was all up on that shit too.


Coming together.


Dusted.


Dudes got involved.


Ian manhandled that shit.


Starting to look skatable.


Keith has this camera that makes this disgusting noise every time he takes a picture, when he presses the button to click a photo it goes SQUUIIIIISH.


The In4mants have a nice selection of carpet boards to get busy on.


Nice griptape, cuz!


Finishing touch on that bitch.


Last minute measuring job. You must be this tall to ride the jump ramp.


This is a crude but spot-on rendition of what Ryan Arakaki looked like back in the day, the resemblance is stunning.


Mounted up and ready to roll that shit out.


I rode to the spot with D. Lee, this is some standard shit going on in his car, not disgusting at all.


Made it out to the courts up in Manoa. Not exactly skate friendly people playing tennis on Sundays.


Lined up.


Keith SQUUUIIIISHED some action photos for shits and giggles.


I just laid there and waited.


Ian was walking on air.


Darin was on some wild varial type shit.


Gideon had some flip grabbery going on.


Todd bent some methods.


The man with the plan.


Noodles with the proper frontal grab stee.


Might as well go backside too.


Cookie was the steeziest! This is a frigid, but he had mad other launches in his bag that were also on some Hosoi type shit.


Ian had a Sal flip in him.


Everyone was tuckered out and we ended up getting hassled by the man, and by the man, I mean the pigs.


Split to a new spot. Alf had his parking block/wall ride thing with him.


Moved that thing into place again.


That's what we were working with.


Alf got up.


Chad wall rode to nollie out.


I tried not to touch, shit's hard going frontside with no hands.


It got dark quick and that was it.