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Just Angling for August 5th, 2004
By Donald Millus
Jim Michie
and Monster Sharks Remembered
Forty years ago this past June,
a young man from
Michie passed away on a recent Sunday, the day of the week
on which he helped to make
Michie was a neighbor of mine in
Maxwell was determined to catch a monster shark and he had the tackle to do it. Michie, who had fished for sharks from Gulf of Mexico piers, knew what all good Gulf fishermen knew: Maxwell had to have not only a good rod, which Michie built from a Shakespeare blank, but the right color of winding thread on his rod. Michie also crafted a leather harness and socket for fighting a monster fish. A16/0 Penn Senator reel filled with 130-pound test linen line, plus wire leader and 14/0 hook completed the tackle.
One of Michie’s favorite stories was how someone would be showing off a five or ten pound mackerel on a pier and how he would ask the successful angler to donate it as shark bait. On the weekend in June, the bait was a dead ray. Sharks, Michie pointed out, were not interested in run-over collie pups no matter what the poet James Dickey said in “The Sharks Parlor.”
Michie was a stage manager that day, helping bait the hook—about the size of a fist—and running the baits away from the pier with a small motorboat. The first shark—“the Saturday Shark” as he called it, was at least a third bigger than “the Sunday shark” which was officially weighed in at 1,780 pounds. Michie gaffed the first shark after a one-hour battle—too short, the shark was still “green”—and the hook pulled out. Not even the strong arms of a young man could hold a shark weighing more than a ton as it rose and fell in the swell from offshore. It swam out to sea with the gaff hook in it and a vaulter’s pole sticking out of the water like a periscope.
Maxwell hooked his world record fish on Sunday and battled it for five and a half hours, mostly sitting on a hard wooden bench. Michie gaffed the fish with a flying gaff, a gaff hook attached to a rope. The pole would pull loose after the gaff was in the fish and the shark was as good as boated, except it had to be towed to the beach. It had to be trucked to Loris the next day and weighed on a truck scale, but it was an International Game Fish Association world record.
According to Michie, Maxwell became an instant celebrity and shark expert. “He would feel the line of an angler who was battling a shark and announce its species and size,” Michie told me with a chuckle I like to think that the late Walter Maxwell and my neighbor and colleague are now swapping shark stories with Ernest Hemingway, Zane Gray, and perhaps even James Dickey.
After a
memorial service this past Monday, another one of my neighbors, author Susan
McMillan, showed me a newspaper picture of Jim Michie
with a ten-foot, 300-pound shark caught off Cherry Grove pier. The caption says
that Michie
“strikes the typical heroic pose.” I think he just looks like a happy young
man, but readers can judge for themselves. As for the rest of us mortals, we
will have to be content to fish for sharks from a boat because
(Editor’s Note: The complete story
of the world record tiger shark as it
appeared in Outdoor Life may be found
in Fishing the Southeast Coast, available
in
Caption For Photo:
Jim Michie himself caught this 300-plus pound shark from Cherry Grove Pier in the mid-1960’s. (Photo courtesy of The State and Susan McMillan)