24th September – 6th October | 2 - 6 foot

Yeah Mac!

Brinners, PB and Fish drag the groms into the wild west to bust their cherry onboard the Mighty Mango, scoring southern Mentawai juice the way it’s meant to be served.

THE MANGO JUJU IS REAL

As we set sail out of Padang into a blood-red Sumatra sunset the groms onboard had wide-eyed hunger for some good HTs first up. The swell was good, and the winds were perfect. 

Next morning we woke to find the famed right-hander cooking, trading waves with… well, just pretty much us. The groms got their dream shot on day one! The old boys got their fix too, and the Mango Juju was off to a flying start. NUGGETS TIMBER YARD

WHO WAS ONBOARD?

Father-and-son missions are always classic, and this one had the kids stepping up, trading waves, and leaving no coconut unturned.

Onboard was Byron Bay’s eternal optimist Brinners, the mysterious PB, and Kingy’s favourite goofy footer Fish. Add a full grom battalion: Max (Brinners’ boy), Zen (PB’s young charger), Axel and Cooper (Fish’s wild pair), plus Ryder — honorary deckhand and full-time mischief maker along for the ride.

NO MORE TikTok WAVES

With HTs in the rearview, we shot down to Maccas at first light. The groms needed to scratch one more bucket-list itch at Mentawai’s most rippable left after years of watching surf movie sections of its perfect peelers.

The now-infamous Maccas “fun police” booted us after breakfast, which was fine by us — time to hunt something less glossy, less known.

South we steamed, to waves less known, and for the next two straight days we took turns getting shacked - barrels for breakfast, lunch and tea, all on our own. This is what the Mango’s about.

From there it was a blur — lefts, rights, novelty wedges, and more tubes than the groms could count, mostly on our own.

We aren’t lying when we say October has become the new money month.

NO SUCH THING AS LAY DAYS

When the ocean takes a breather, the Mango doesn’t. On the flatter days The Foxy Lady copped a flogging - chasing fish, diving reefs, exploring. Someone shaved their melon, the groms launched off the mast — the usual flat day fun carry-on. 

And the fishing curse of last trip? Officially broken. Every nook we probed seemed loaded, the esky groaning under snapper, GTs, and whatever else was silly enough to bite.

YOU CAN’T BEAT OCEAN TO PLATE

Chef Situ worked pure magic with all the fresh fish coming his way. Fresh sashimi, ceviche, BBQ’d whole fish, and his now-legendary beer-battered fillets with home-cut chips that could hold their own at any Aussie pub. By trip’s end the crew were half-surfed, half-fed into total bliss.


QUOTE

“If we aren’t drinking beer, we aren’t catching fish.”

Brinners


Special Thanks

To Brinners and the lads for backing the Mango years back and proving once again why she’s the boat to be on.

Yours truly, Uncle Lip.


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10th – 21st September | 4 foot ++