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Here's just a few of the photos from Sunday morning at the Venice Pier. These were shot by Six12 Media. These are just some of the photos from this session. If you were out there, you probably got some surfing shots in the complete photo galleries, check them out, the links are down below.

















You can find over 150 more photos from this session, all full size and in high-resolution, in these photo galleries:

Venice Pier - Saturday 12-8-2018 - Photo Gallery #1
Venice Pier - Saturday 12-8-2018 - Photo Gallery #2


If you were out there, we probably got some cool surfing shots of you, go check them out!


Wanna see photos from previous days at this and other local surf spots?
Click Surf Spot Galleries and look for the spot and then the date.



"Why isn't Shacked posting about it?"
"Why aren't you blasting this kook?"


We got posts on Instagram, as well as DMs and emails asking this question. A couple that were insinuating that we are not being supportive of female surfers and black female surfers.

Well, first off, we didn't get news of this till a day after it starting making the internet rounds. We were not tagged in the initial posts on the incident like KooK_of_the_Day , Kookslams, and Inertia were. Which was probably for the best.

Second, if you're reading this, you already know what the incident we are talking about, as it has made the rounds of all the surf related websites and social media.

As we're started gathering info to make a story on the incident, we saw how the friend of the surfer who got her leash pulled and a website that is close to that person's organization were attempting to turn this incident into a racial hate crime of sorts. Now to be clear, what one surfer did by pulling that other surfer's leash was not right, but neither is what this friend and that website are doing.

That website has a very poorly written and factually inaccurate blog post "breaking" this story, stating race was the motivation behind the incident. Any person who points out the writer's errors in facts, or does not fully 100% side with surfer that got her leash pulled automatically gets labeled as "racist white man" by the website.

We politely and respectfully asked the writer some question about her story in a public forum, not only did she back-peddle, constantly lie, and just refuse to answer questions, she attempted to talk down to us, accuse us of harassment (ironic) , and more... As many have stated all over social media, the writer solely used race in order to drum up more clicks to her website.

Even worse comes from the friend who is spear heading this hateful vendetta against the surfer who pulled the leash.

Pretty much all the websites posting on this story are taking their info directly from those two sources. Some are calling it what it is, others are following those two's footsteps and labeling this as a race issue to earn sympathy views and shares (in order to make more money off the ads run on the sites).

The guy was being an arrogant kook, he wasn't being a racist.

We did find a lot of info to run a pretty good story on the incident, but the truth was that neither parties come off looking good. In fact, we are the only website that has actually talked to people that were present during all this, including Wagner Lima himself. We also found proof that all involved have a history of certain behaviors.

That and because we didn't want to give these false claims of a "race motivated assault" anymore attention (since sadly many have their minds made up already , they will accept no facts proving otherwise ). We made the call to not post anything

The only reason we are posting this is because some are trying to say this website is hiding the story because it is run by a "triggered white men" and "a Venice/Lima type". We just want to clear that BS up.

Will we eventually post the story we started writing up and getting screenshots for? To be honest, not sure. Prefer to not bring anymore negativity to our community.

NOTE: We withheld names of all parties involved including the name of that race-baiting website. We don't want to be the "source" of any attacks or harassment made to them by our readers. Looks like they are getting it enough now anyways.

More info at Mightyunderdogs.org.


Venice Beach Photographer Josh "Bagel" Klassman will be one of the featured artists at the next Midnite Bazaar.

Bagel will be showing off pieces from his huge collection of photos he took as a surfer/skater growing up in Venice:



Some of his works will also be for sale at his booth.


Sunday at 2 PM – 5 PM

Join Surfrider LA for their last cleanup of the year! This will mark cleanup number 34 for 2018 and they're going to go out in style by aiming to cover the entire stretch of Sunset Point - from the parking lot at Gladstone's in the north to the Bel Air Bay Club in the south.

Surfrider LA plans to have two tents stationed at either end with volunteers working in toward the center of the beach. They have done an outstanding job at Sunset this year but there's still so much work to be done. Come help pull a record haul!


A short video montage of the surf therapy evnet in Malibu from from The Dark Side Riders and The Mighty Under Dogs of Malibu.

The month of December is off to a quick start with yet another purple blob trotting through the North Pacific. That long period energy eventually makes its way towards the West Coast too, where good winds await to meet, greet, and groom the large surf. There's also weather coming along as a storm drops down the coast, bringing rain to Southern California this week.

@zflexskateboards is giving the new "Manic Pintail" longboard skateboard. Follow the steps below to enter.
1. Follow @zflexskateboards on Instagram
2. Like the post with the photo above. 3. Tag a friend in that post and let them know which board you like the best
They will randomly pick the winners from the comments section next week. Good Luck!

Malibu's Jamie Brisick:

The text message came just before 7 a.m.: “Mandatory evacuation for the entire city of Malibu.” I grabbed my car keys, wallet, phone, laptop, writing stuff, and a change of clothes. It was Friday, November 9th. I was not worried. Malibu gets a fire nearly every year. Never do they creep down the Santa Monica Mountains, leap the Pacific Coast Highway, and take out homes where I live, in Point Dume.

But this one did. And it took out my home with an almost personal vengeance. Watching KTLA news with a friend in his Venice Beach studio the following evening, he pointed at the screen. “That looks like your house.” The camera zoomed in. “That’s definitely your house.” The shot—a firefighter blasting water at my inflamed bedroom—would play on repeat throughout the weekend. I became a kind of poster child for the Woolsey Fire.

The next few days threw into sharp relief my conflicted relationship with Malibu life. Many of my fellow-evacuees landed comfortably in Venice and Santa Monica. I received invitations to festive dinners and brunches at upscale eateries. Designer fashion labels offered free clothes to folks who’d lost their homes. A two-hundred-and-fifty-dollar gift certificate for luxury bedding showed up in my in-box. Compared to the extreme loss of life in the Camp Fire, it felt way too easy. Even in evacuation mode, we kept up our tenor of self-congratulation.

Meanwhile, I could not get back into Malibu. Roads were closed on the north, south, and valley sides. The “stayers,” several of them surfer friends of mine, posted on social media about “never feeling a stronger sense of purpose” and “being honored to serve their community.” The Point Dume Bomberos, a vigilante group that formed in the fire, were saving houses. Supplies were coming in by boat; surfers were paddling them to shore on longboards. Malibu moms were cooking up hot meals in jury-rigged kitchens. I was hit with a sense of fomo/shame. I’d got out of the fire, and now all I wanted was to get back into the fire.

I got in the following day with a makeshift press pass. Driving west past Surfrider Beach, the Pacific Coast Highway eerily quiet, I watched a set of waves peel across First Point, no riders. Malibu is one of the most crowded breaks on earth. The road closure would create empty lineups akin to the pre-“Gidget” days. I reached back and pawed the nose of my five-ten twin fin.

I passed places of great personal significance: the surf spot where I got my first tube, in 1978; the former home of the Malibu Inn, where in my tormented teens I consumed a half decade’s worth of soggy oatmeal and burnt coffee hoping to get closer to a particular waitress; the rocky outcropping where my late wife and I shared one of our last meals together, a picnic of cheese and avocado sandwiches, the shore break slapping and hissing below our feet. I started surfing in the late seventies. Malibu was my playground; it’s as close to my heart as any geographical place I can think of. But to be a surfer is to be a traveller. In my early twenties, I started travelling, and pretty much kept travelling.

The first sightings of the fire were just north of Pepperdine University. The charred hills took on a certain vulnerability, vegetation gone, trees skeletal, bald black curves in the midday sun. Born and raised in L.A., now fifty-two, I have come to understand that it’s essentially a race between the Santa Ana winds and the rain. If the rain comes first, the fire hazard is mitigated. But, if the fires come first, as they had now (and as they did last year, with the Thomas Fire and the ensuing mudslides in Montecito), we’re in big trouble.


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