The North Shore of Oahu beats to the sound of its own drum. It doesn’t listen to, or take shit from, anybody but itself, and maybe John John, Jamie O., and Slater. In saying that, any wave on the North Shore has the ability to either humble you or make you a hero at any given second. And after the circus departs town, your opportunity for getting that slap, or reward, increases ten-fold. There are still tons of people in the water, but not as many, and the swell seems to really start pulsing through once the sand has fully cleared the reef. January in Hawaii saw some of these perfect pulses, and those on the right side of the risk/reward equation were there to score them.