JAMES JONES. NOT JIM. NOT JIMMY. AND FOR DAMN SURE NOT BOOBY.

James Jones is a mystery. To me, to you, to the rest of surfing. Always has been. Fantastic surfer, incredibly solid on his feet, courage and style to burn, two-time Duke winner, switchfoot ace, so at home in the tube he could redecorate the place, and of course the first great Waimea tuberider. Handsome, too. He looked like Bobby Sherman's tough little bro.

Yet Jones is rarely mentioned in the same breath as all the Rushmore-sized North Shore surfers of the early- and mid-'70s: Hakman, Lo...