John Jackson not Jack Johnson. He's a fish-catching snowboarder, not a guitar-playing surfer, he also a mountain-dwelling snow-shredder, not an island-dwelling wave-slayer. For years people have wondered what the hell it is that makes Jackson tick… A few years back he was all about gnarly rails, but now he is among the craziest but most consistent backcountry riders in the game. It's called progression, yet people have begun to wonder, "Is this kid for real?" Here's a theory: he's part-animal, part-machine. John learned his stuff in the steep and rugged Sierras, a place that teaches versatile skills. Maybe that is why he hikes like a billy goat and flies like a remote-control computerised action figure.