Welcome to a little corner of the magazine we like to call Jib Of The Month. Some of you reading this might think jibbing is lame. Others, like J.P. Walker in our last issue, might say it’s "the soul of the sport."

Well, we’d tell you that jibbin’ is back, but the reality is it never left. Jibbin’ survived in the dark alleys of snowboarding’s limelight. Magazines and filmers focused their attentions elsewhere–on things like freeriding, halfpipes, contests, and kickers. So why did the jib get short-changed? Was it a conspiracy? Do people really think it went the way of the dinosaur, or for that matter the way of fat pants and the 26-inch stance?

The answer lies in the spontaneous nature of the jib. That’s right, spontaneous jibbings have foiled more than a few photographers. You really can’t plan this shit. To hike a jib? That’s just silly.

It is what it is–pure unadulterated stupid fun–and you can do it just about everywhere, and on anything. Not much natural terrain needed.

This month’s jib features Jason Brown and what we’re guessing is a frontside one-footed stump-stomper in the Brighton backcountry.