Date of Birth: March 17, I forgot what year (I’m pretty old)

Best Known For: Almost making the biggest wave ever paddled into

Local Spot: The whole North Shore

My Crew: Kai Borg, Pat O'Connell and my wife

Board of Choice: Depends on the surf. HIC makes me great boards

Dream Wave: I still like 4-foot Macaronis in Indonesia

My Top Five:

1.) Cafe Haleiwa 2.) (Tie) Lei Leis and Haleiwa Joes 3.) Chun's Store 4.) Pizza Bobs

But he can't tell you about it

I'm going off to "work" on the mainland for a couple of weeks, and for some reason I thought I'd write a few words. I put work in quotation marks because what I do for a job isn't real work. I get dressed in a costume, and on this movie I'll run around after some guy making millions. I stress about it, but refering to it as work doesn't feel right. I could probably get fired for writing this much about the movie, but I'll take a chance. Don't tell anybody you read this, everybody who works on a movie signs a super duper do not disclose any info about anything waiver. If anything is disclosed, you're fired.

Anyway, I surfed V-land this morning. Sean Hayes was out with Shane Beschen. They were just finishing a coaching seminar with the Red Bull team. Carrisa, Brother Andino,and Conner coffin?, were all getting the benefits of their wisdom. Those kids don't need coaching, its not fair. But then again, I'd love to coach those kids, cause as a coach they'd make me look like a genius.

I missed the Mavericks opening ceremony yesterday. I was on Lost, hanging on a cable (not too much info). I'm stoked I still get invited to the event, so I'm bummed I had to "work". I'm thinking about going up there to just go surf, we'll see. Its always good to freeze my ass, makes me appreciate home.--Brock

Brock Little on the dangers of...webcasting

I haven't written a blog in a while, and I have all kinds of excuses why I don't have the time to write. I've been working on ...Lost (I'm not sure why I put the ...), I've been in a movie with Seth Rogan (great guy), I've been surfing a lot (yeah right). My excuses are weak. I'm lazy.

About a month ago, Pat O called and told me I was going to do some commentating on the webcast for the Hurley Pro at Tresles. I tried to wiggle my way out, but when Pat sets his mind to something there is no changing it. I was on my way to Cal. For most people this probably sounds fun. Hurley pays my way to the mainland, gives me great accommodations (Pat's couch), and Pat takes me out to dinner, lets me drink his wine and eat his ice cream.

All I have to do is bullshit about the best surfers in the world. I know this makes me sound like a puss, but talking on the web is scary. Let me go paddle in at Waimea, or do some dumb stunt, those are things I can handle. Walking into the webcast booth, that's intimidating.

Once I get going, it's all good, and then come the e-mails. In between questions and "Atta boy Brock" is the constructive criticism all the webcasters love. Stuff like "You're a kook," "I'm tired of Brock already" etc., all that crap tends to stick with you more than the love letters.

This year the waves were inconsistent, but I thought the contest was still insane. The level of pro surfing is so high. This was the first time in at least a decade, I walked away not sure who the best surfer in the world is. For me it's always been Kelly. This year, I thought a few of the guys had reached his level, or maybe he slipped a little. Could be his boards suck. Whatever, now I feel like Kelly's one of the best, with company.

Can't wait to webcast next year, if Kelly's on tour he'll prove me wrong. If he's retired, he'll e-mail me and call me a kook.—Brock

But not before he thumbs through memory lane with his mag collection

I'm 42 and I'm moving out of my parents' house. I had to move into the house that I own, with my wife. No more rental income for me. My parents, on the other hand, are taking my downstairs dwelling, and turning it into a rental. That means I have to move out all my shit. That shit includes a load of surf magazines. I figured I'd throw a bunch away. After starting to go though a few, I'm not sure I can throw any away. Each issue is like a high school yearbook. The issues I'm not in, are almost, (well they're not), as interesting as the ones I'm in.

Snips and Pat O got a lot of shots. Wes Laine got coverage. Mark Foo and Todd Chesser were popular before they passed, looking at them kind of gave me chills. It's fun to watch Kelly grow up. He seemed to be in the mags since he was in diapers. There were lots of photos of creek, and Natividad, not to mention Todos. I forgot how big some of the waves we rode at Todos were.

I got to be reminded of some of the places I got to travel. They include Alaska, Ireland, Morocco, and Peru. All these were great trips...I hope to write about them in later blogs. But now, I have to go and weed though some more mags, my dad is on my case. It doesn't matter how old you are, dads will always try to boss you around.

I taught kids from the Boys and Girls Club to surf the other day. The pro surfers who helped were Brian Keaulana, Aaron Napolean, and me. Brian and Aaron are two of my idols. Here is a picture of us signing autographs. — Brock

Brock Little makes the Top 16

Went to the mainland a couple of weeks ago for my wife's girlfriends wedding. My wife is 27, and all of her friends are getting married. We've gone to 7 or so weddings this year. I'm 42, and a lot of my friends are getting divorced. The cycle of life...not mine I hope.

Surfed 1ft. Salt Creek, with the mayor of creek himself, Pat O. I rode Kai Barger's board and ripped. Pat told me the lefts off the point sandbar is the best ever. I'm bummed I had to leave, knowing how good Creek is going get.

The Eddie always had a bunch of politics (who's getting in, format ect.) But now I think the Maverick's contest is worse. Jeff Clark might not run the event, there might not be any money, not sure about the format, and some of the invitees are getting old (me). The best big-wave event I ever surfed was the Eddie in '86. 1st place was $1500. That wasn't a lot of money back then either. Anyway, they thew up a scaffold, and had the event in big shitty surf. We all surfed that day basically for fun, and bragging rights. I don't think that can happen again.

There is a tropical storm about to hit Hawaii. Hopefully we'll get some surf. As a surfer I don't worry to much about if the storm will do damage, just how the waves will be. That's f'ed up.— Brock

And why he isn't going to the US Open

I've never had to rely on a real job to pay the bills. I've worked as a waiter at Seaview Inn (the original Haleiwa Joe's). I've worked on a roof, sat in a lifeguard tower, and done yardwork for a lot of people. But for a long time, surfing was how I made money. That changed around 2000. I got exposed to Baywatch Hawaii, and Hollywood stuntman money. Being a stuntman was another way to get paid and not have a real job.

In 2000, my sponsor at the time was going broke, I was 33 and not getting younger. It would have been easy to find another sponsor, but I decided to go after stunt work. The truth was I had almost died a few times surfing, and in order for me to keep on surfing for a living, I would have to put my life on the line. Back then, when I was "in the zone" surfing, I was crazy. Stunt work was safer.Working as a stuntman is weird. You never know what, or when, your next job is going to be. When you work, you make a lot of money. When you don't work, you don't get paid (except for residuals). Sometimes I have to travel to the mainland to look for work. It's always good to stay in touch with people, but I'm not very good at that. When I'm not working, I get to go surfing. Life is good. A couple of years ago something really cool happened. Hurley decided to pay me some money every month. It's not enough to live off, but with the money they pay me, when I don't work in the stunt world for a few months, I'm all good. The last time I worked, I jumped out of a burning jeep going around 25mph, before it exploded. I made a lot more money than Hurley pays me in a month. That was about 3 months ago. Haven't done anything since. I got antsy and decided to give Pat O a call. Maybe he'd send me to Bali. No Bali, but he gave me an invite to webcast at the U.S. Open. Sounded good. The next day, I got a call to stunt coordinate a small movie here in Hawaii. I haven't told Pat, or Hurley I'm not going to the U.S. Open, and I feel like shit. I guess I'm writing this blog as a apology. As a guy who works in the movies, the minute you make plans to do something, movie work comes along.

Make no plans, get no work. I will probably write more about stunt stuff in another blog, but right now I want to end this one by saying SORRY PAT..... Brock