Timmy Reyes, Kegs and Slabs in the Pacific Northwest

Timmy Missions are proof there’s still uncrowded waves on America’s west coast. You just have to don the rubber body armor and mind the white bellied bastards that lurk beneath. “We went up on an account of a big swell on the radar,” Nick Green, who filmed and edited this piece tells Stab. “So we packed our shit and started the drive at two am. A couple beers and 20 hours later we arrived. The next day was hollow and offshore in the morning. The day after was even bigger and more offshore. Timmy surfed until his arms fell off. Then the swell downgraded, so we met up with friends who took us to a prime fishing zone. We caught three Steelheads and ate them for dinner that night. On our way home, we stopped at a secret lil’ slab Timmy knew about. The beautiful light and sucking tubes, made it the most productive part of our journey. We grabbed one more night’s sleep and made the 20 hour trek home.”