Back in the day, we didn’t have the cash to sponsor a bunch of pro surfers. But instead of letting that get in the way of a good time, we grabbed some of our friends, called ‘em “judges” and posted up at some of our favorite beaches to watch the locals tear up their home breaks. No applications. No qualifiers. No entry fees. 30 minutes after the horn sounds, somebody walks away with a fat check. We dubbed it Bum Rush Tour, our ambush surf contest series that celebrates ordinary surfers everywhere.