Shuck a coconut and go pull into a few gaping pits.
Each year crews descend upon Mexico to hunt thumping, beach-break swells. Aboard their customized guns these devotees haul into massive A-frame peaks and spear through yawning caverns. Then they probably grab a Cerveza and sip it with the contentment of those who feel lucky to have survived a life-threatening ordeal with the ocean. This clip features Pat Millin, someone familiar with the whole routine.