Eric “Bird” Huffman’s Obsession

Bird in his shed. A Quonset hut that houses his nearly 500-strong surfboard quiver.

Collectors exist at different levels of an aesthetic/psychological spectrum. Roughly speaking, their world is broken into thirds—on one end you’ve got the connoisseurs, in the middle the hobbyists, and on the far end you’ve got the hoarders. Walking into Bird’s Surf Shed, these tried and true distinctions immediately become a whirlpool. An old Quonset hut that originally held Eric “Bird” Huffman’s board collection but now also houses his new surf shop, the Shed is more of a hands-on museum than commercial outlet. On the day I walked in, Bird sat eating pizza with early Pipe legend Joe Roper and a clutch of friends. The arcing walls above them were filled with colorful boards made, surfed, loved and stowed away in just a slice of these guys lifetimes—but ah, what an auspicious time to be a surfer.

 

The first board Bird ever “collected,” was a Mike Hynson “Hy-II” that he traded a pair of

A Larry Mabile gem pulled from the deep stacks of Bird's collection.

trunks for. It’s still here. The rest came to him “almost every way you can think of.” Bird started his career as a grom in a surf shop, had owned and managed companies, and now it looked like he mostly sold stories. Not many of these boards are for sale. But it’s not a static collection either—some are out on loan, being surfed. Just about all of the 460-odd pieces in his collection fit what Bird calls “journeymen” surf craft, meaning that they didn’t win championship titles but were instead surfed by regular surfers. The thing about these “journeyman” boards is: as you move backward in time the surf world gets increasingly small, and an everyday board quickly becomes a link in design DNA.

 

One of the first fifty blanks Skip Frye ever put a planer to rests next to a period Mike Hynson, the work of two guys who used to surf and shape next to each other. There’s a Diffenderfer thruster and Brewer thruster, both made within weeks of Simon Anderson’s unveiling of the design. “Things were happening so fast at that time,” Bird says, “they were mostly working off of pictures.” That’s an important point on the connoisseur aspect of his collection. You can literally watch rails evolve by comparing a number of Hot Curls produced in a 6-month period, or by assessing the down-rail conversation between Australian and American shapers of the mid-‘70s. Or even by studying the history of one shaper, as each phase of shapers like Hynson, Caster and Rusty are represented.

 

Closing time on Morena Blvd.

But like a traditional hoarder, looks and condition don’t dint the fervor with which items are collected. In fact, some of the ugliest boards are the real treasures. Many of these are “ghetto glassed,” meaning that the finish work was done in an alley or parking lot somewhere, joint in hand. Looking over a couple you notice that the tint of the glass just seems off. This is because they were glassed from the same barrel of “boat resin,” a barrel one shaper stole from the docks and the rest of the shapers shared in. Of these boards is Bird’s most personal, a 1973 Steve Lis. The old fish has no stringer. Bird bought the blank as a second from Mitch’s for five bucks. The lack of stringer caused Lis to offset his penciled-in logo. Bird was on hand to complain, so Lis drew a new logo next to it. Once glassed and in the water, it was the best board Bird had ever owned. So quick and agile for the time, the design was often compared to riding a bar of soap. When Bird’s Lis needed a repair, he took it to Select surf shop for a professional job. Once fixed, the board sat on the Select rack with a $30 price tag on it—the cost of the ding job. That’s when some shop rat sold the board to another customer on the basis of that $30 price tag. Decades go by. Bird’s renown as an appraiser of rare boards swelled along with his collection. So one day a client sent Bird a number of photos in an email for an appraisal, and there’s this Lis with no stringer and two hand-drawn logos—an absolute original. Bird wanted that ghetto-glassed board back so bad, his horse-trading skills went out the window. He ended up trading the guy a rare Parish that had been surfed in the Duke. But that was just one instance of a board returning to its owner. “People wouldn’t believe this shit,” Bird says, “but it’s gospel.”

 

There are boards here that a connoisseur wouldn’t blink at, boards a hobbyist wouldn’t appreciate, and boards a hoarder would value only as one more on the pile. As Bird began to close up shop for the day, the Quonset hut gone quiet and empty, he says, “Times like this, in the mornings or when I’m closing, I just look up and I hear all these voices, all these people. Every board tells a story.”

 

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2 Responses to Eric “Bird” Huffman’s Obsession

  1. Mama T says:

    Love the Quonset hut board story when life didn’t have to be so grand. Also love the picture of the Quonset hut curve with all the boards hanging…ART!!!

  2. Thanks for the post about Bird’s Surf Shed. Connoisseur or Hoarder?! Bird’s defiantly on the fence. When you walk into the shed you see the connoisseur, but when you get to the back and see the 200 plus boards stacked up you see the hoarding.

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