ARSEHOLES
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In 1990 my mate Rob and I found a wave we called “Arseholes”. No epic slab, just three feet and remote. It was our own little adventure, dreamed up around the campfire at Rob’s farm in the deep south of Western Australia.
Arseholes was located beyond a steep scrubby hill around from an old boat ramp that never seemed to have any boats on it,
