Yes, that was Mike Parsons, but at Cortez Bank.
http://gocalifornia.about.com/cs/sandiego/a/bigwave.htm 100 miles out of San Diego at the Cortes Bank. Here, a 17-mile underwater mountain range comes to a head 3 feet below the surface at a spot called Bishop Rock. This place has been known to ocean-going ships and fishermen for years.
The waves there signal danger on the underwater rocks and are so big they show up on radar.
To get the biggest waves at Cortes Bank, you need light winds, low tides, and big storm swells from the northwest all at the same time, a Pacific surfer's version of the "perfect storm". When it happened on January 19, 2001, California big wave riders scrambled to test their skill against the biggest, baddest wave ever ridden. These waves move so fast that surfers can't catch them by paddling, so they enlist the aid of a fearless jet skier who tows them with a rope until they are moving fast enough to catch the wave.
As if being chased by a mountain of water while being towed by a jet ski at 30-40 mph isn't scary enough, then there's the wave itself. Surfers measure waves from the back and the biggest wave of the day was 30 feet according to their measurements. But, to the watcher on the other side of the wave, Mike Parsons was riding a wave sixty feet tall, the height of a six-story building.
Parsons took home $60,000 from the Swell/XXL Biggest Wave Wins event for his ride. Santa Cruz's Ken "Skindog" Collins, who was towing with Peter Mel thinks he should get a cut just "for having to watch that wave." The same wave, after traveling over a hundred miles and reduced to a quarter of its former size, surprised surfers at San Diego's Blacks Beach three hours later. This landlubber is in awe of them all.