Rene Matthyssen

Name
Mr. Rene Matthyssen
AKA
Cuzzo
Favorite place in Hawaii?
West Side Oahu.
One thing you can't live without?
Adventure.
What are you doing when you aren't working?
Thinking about work.
Favorite FITTED hat?
Anything black on black.
What inspires you?
Being original.

WITHOUT WORRIES

Saturday, March 28th, 2015

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Kuhio day at its finest. Sun, chlorine, beer, family, mai tais, water slides, friends, more sun, rum fire, smiles, tourists, patron, bean bags, service with smile. Leisure rules. Cheers – RM

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THE TUG IS THE DRUG

Thursday, March 5th, 2015

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So back to the important stuff, Christina’s brother Jon-Michael is in town nursing a broken collar bone (snowboarding accident) and after meeting him at the warehouse I thought it would be a good idea to take him fishing. It’s always nice to have new energy on the boat from time to time and brothers enthusiasm is infectious. A little confidence never hurts either and brother was telling us about how lucky he is from the launch! Oh yeah and he showed up at the dock on time and with a cold 30 pack, things just felt right. So we get out into some smooth deep water and start trolling/drinking. After a couple hours of trying to out maneuver the humpbacks I decide to change direction and within a few minutes we had a small kawa-kawa in the boat. I was inclined to throw it back but before I could, Jon-Michael yelled “fuck yeah I’m gonna eat that thing!”. I replied “it’s all yours buddy” so in the box it went. We motored down the coast a bit more and had another small kawa-kawa in the boat, I held it up to brother and he said “fuck yeah I’m gonna eat that one too!”, so in the box it went.

By this time, captain and crew are thoroughly feeling the effects of the blue mountains and accepting the fact that it might just be a small fish kind of day. I could see some clouds building up on the horizon and decided to again change direction. With the boat pointed homebound, the jam box bumping Rocket Man by Elton John(don’t judge) and all on board listening to Jon-Michael tell a story about how his friend had his entire college tuition paid for by Bill Gates as a tip for being his golf caddy at Pebble Beach the short rigger pops and the 12/0 starts screaming!. Both Christina and Jon-Michael immediately look at me with big eyes and I yell “fuck yeah fish on!” Now I am pumped as this is the reason why I woke up at 5am. As every boat captain does when hooked up I begin barking out orders to the crew… “Christina get on that reel and start fucking cranking… keep the line tight!”…. “Jon-Michael grab the helm and keep the boat going straight!”. I get the other lines cleared and sit back and watch as Christina tries her best the manage the tug of the fish on the other end. This being her first real fish she begins to struggle to get line back. With the pressure of the captain yelling at her…”keep the line fucking tight and reel it in evenly!” and her brother heckling her with their classic family slogan… “hurry up you haole!” she begins to lose focus and strength. I ask her…”is the fish still on?”… she replies..”I don’t know?” oh shit now I am concerned. I ask her to move over so I can check the line and I am horrified when I look at the reel and see that we only have a 1/8th spool of line left…”holy shit girl what the fuck happen to the line?!”. I undo the safety line and move the reel to the corner and get to work, and by work I mean reeling in the 700 yds of line that Christina lost. 20 minutes later we have the beautiful and tasty mahi on the deck and I am giving it a good beating with the gaf. With the fish secured in the box we begin to celebrate… high fives and cold beer for everyone!! We haul ass back to the sand bar for more high fives and more beer and more stoke. Just another amazing day Hawaii Nei. Aloha – RM

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SOLIDARITY

Wednesday, March 4th, 2015

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Spent Saturday morning paying my respects to my dear friend, Kai’s recently deceased father, on the sacred grounds of the Royal Mausoleum in Nuuanu. I have been coming to Mauna Ala since I was a teenager with skateboard in hand, and no skate mission to downtown was complete without a trip to Kai’s house to unwind. Kai’s family has been caring for the Fragrant Hills for generations, and the first stories I heard on the grounds were told by Kai’s grandma; each story proved to be a chicken skin moment every time she spoke. After grandma’s passing, Kai’s dad, who we all affectionately called Uncle Bill, shared with us much history of the special property, and again each story proved to give chicken skin to all listening. Now with Uncle Bill’s passing it will be Kai’s turn to keep the tradition and history alive and well for the next generation. The knowledge of the past that the Maioho family possesses, cannot be learned in any Hawaiian history books; these facts were passed along orally from person to person.

The private memorial service was done in typical Hawaiian style with luau, food, and music to be enjoyed by all the Maioho ohana and friends. More of a celebration of life than a funeral, the day brought back many memories of days gone by. The best part of the day came when Kai’s auntie called everyone to come sing along to some of Uncle Bill’s favorite Hawaiian songs. Even though us skaters, Kai’s friends, were the only ones in attendance who were not related by blood, she made it a point to let us know that we were welcome and considered family; for this, I am forever grateful. Uncle Bill you will be missed, but not forgotten. Aloha – RM

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PLEASE BELIEVE

Wednesday, February 18th, 2015

Sacred Falls State Park-Don't Risk Your Life, a Fine, or Jail! from Hawaii DLNR on Vimeo.

KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID

Wednesday, January 21st, 2015

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A little BBQ chicken, pocho sausage, ice cold beverage and the all so important light trade winds… I’m a simple man as you can see. MLK Day 2015 at its finest. Leisure rules. Cheers – RM

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ZEKE & KEANU

Thursday, January 15th, 2015

CAPICHE?

Monday, January 12th, 2015

CRITICAL HABITAT

Thursday, January 8th, 2015

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The key to any healthy relationship is spontaneity. My girls and I made a spontaneous decision to fly out to the Big Island to taste a bit of island snow only hours before our departure. So the plan was we would fly out to Kona at 6:47am and run up to Mauna Kea to frolic in the frozen rain for a few hours. Then we would haul ass back down the mountain to catch our 7:20pm flight back to HNL. Well, like most plans made in haste, we ran into a few hiccups along the way. The first bump in the road came when we arrived a few minutes late to the airport and were unable to check in to our scheduled flight. Oh shit, Kristen is looking at me like my name is Clark W Griswold, and Capri is holding the tears back at the thought of not getting to throw a snowball at her dad. Don’t fret, I stayed true to character and chatted up a HA employee and was able to get us on the next flight out with upgraded seats. As we prepared for take off in our gold club seats (which by the way had mucho leg room), I look over at Kristen and say, “See babe, I planned it like this all along.” Unimpressed, she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her book. I turned my attention to the window and watched Oahu disappear almost as fast as our travel itinerary had been planned. Once we land at KOA we are greeted by that, oh so familiar, Kona air that I love so much. We get the rental car and are off to our first stop, which was at my favorite diner, for provisions before embarking on the day’s adventure. I had been checking the Mauna Kea summit conditions all morning and was hoping the sunshine would be enough to melt the thick layer of ice on the summit road in time for the park rangers to reopen it before our arrival. No such luck. After 3 hours of driving, we are greeted at the Mauna Kea Summit Visitor Center by multiple government agencies guarding the gate to the summit like it was Fort Knox. Again, I look at Kristen, and she gives me stink eye and again, I look at Capri, and she is holding the tears back at the thought of once again not getting to throw a snowball at her dad. As any competent father knows, you must always have a plan B to keep your family happy. Since my trusty Hawaii Island consultant (Kema) had sent me a text earlier, recommending that the Mauna Loa summit was almost always open, we turn around and opt for plan B. After an additional hour long drive on a single lane road that included many hairpin turns, we finally arrive at the frozen wonderland we had been questing for. Kristen’s frown is instantly turned upside down, Capri hops out of the car and proceeds to make a huge snowball and throws it directly at me, all while wearing a great smile. Mission accomplished. I drop a few cuzzo lights on the ground and let snow bring out the blue mountains. Mother nature’s cooler. A few hours later, I begin to notice that the high altitude has begun to take effect on my girls. Kristen is giving me googly eyes and Capri is holding her chest saying, “Daddy, I feel sleepy.” OK, time to roll out. I pack it up and begin the long descent back to Kona town. Not even 10 minutes into our ride down the hill, I look over and see that Kristen is sleeping like a baby, a quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals Capri is knocked out as well. I then look at myself in the mirror and say, “You da man!” With the girls comatosed by the effects of snow time, there was only a few things left to do. First, tune my pandora to the Morrissey station, second put on my sunglasses, and finally crack a cold one. I drove in peaceful bliss watching the landscape change through polarized lenses and enjoyed the relaxing tunes of the Moz, I can only describe it as cinematic. 3 hours later my daydream was abruptly interrupted by Capri awaking with the words “Daddy, I’m hungry”, a few seconds later Kristen regained consciousness and softly said “Can you turn that down please.” I instantly thought, “Ahhh…back to reality!” Cheers – RM

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YEAR ENDER

Wednesday, December 31st, 2014

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CHRISTMAS BLESSING

Friday, December 26th, 2014

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