As far as the information goes... I would like to say in my defense that all of these stories are second hand.  I either heard them from friends or straight from the horse's mouth, which in this case was my father. My father was 51 years old when I was born.  So therefore I, Captain Judy never allegedly hauled any shipments of any type during the thirties.  There is a good reason! I wasn't born until 1951!

This is where the liquor was supposedly delivered.  This is a so-called "Speak Easy," which was located on Wilmington Island.  I always heard it called "Greens," but don't know for sure.  All this happened long before I came into the picture. Greens was build right on the bank.  The backside of the whole building hung out over the water.  In fact this was the building in which the liquor was delivered to.

There was a "Trap Door" in which the cases of liquor were lifted up through.  According to the story wooden rowboats, after loading up, would make their way to "Greens," and just pull right up under the building.  The waiting party would open the trap door and the cases would then be unloaded into the building's secret back room.  While all of this was going on there would be a staged party raging in the main part of the so-called bar.  This was to draw attention away from the loading of the cars and trucks. 

During this time while old dad was supposedly making cars that haul like trucks, he also picked up yet another, "HOBBY."  He loved cruising in his big newly purchased Yacht.  At this time his boat was called "His Boat" also known as his second home.  Apparently his first home location was the apartment above his repair shop. Good sources told me that he loved living on his boat more than in his apartment.

George Gorman, neighbor at the time, Uncle Arthur Lee Helmey, and Captain Sherman I Helmey (with large King Edward cigar hanging out of his mouth)

They are all holding a rather large cobia, which was supposedly caught by the dynamic trio. However, as with all fishing stories there usually is another "TALE" to be told.  Mr. Gorman gave me this photo in the year of 2002. Until this time I hadn't heard about it much less seen it.  According to the story that Mr. Gorman told me nothing is actually as you would think.  They actually shot the fish with a bow and arrow.  They didn't land this fish after minutes of fighting it conveniently with very light tackle as they had all of us to believe.  This would have been a true test for any fisherman.  Now for the rest of the story: When they shot the fish with the arrow it died immediately. In fact, if a line hadn't been tied to the arrow the fish basically would have sunk right to the bottom. Now you know the rest of the story!

I was real happy at the time of this picture. I was about 10 at the time. My Father and I had fished a local "Cobia Tournament" on this particular day. I caught the biggest fish and I won the greatest camera of which was being used to take this picture. My Uncle Arthur Lee figured a way to hang all of the fish at one time so that he could clean and we could get this wonderful picture.

As I look at this picture I remembered a little story about this old wooden boat.  This name of this boat was "Miss Judy."  He brought this boat for $1,900.00, which back in those days was quite a lot of money. It had a Gray Marine slant head six-gas engine in which I worked on continuously.  On this particular day we had a reporter on board with us taking pictures.  His main goal was to get the information so that he could write a fishing article about a daughter and father team.  Well as you guessed, he got the story and we were published in fine fashion!


This picture was taken during the time before Captain Helmey was a captain.  My father was known as Mr. Sherman  Helmey owner and operator of "Helmey's Garage."  His nickname at the time was" MOOSE." During this time Daddy allegedly worked with "Big Al Capone." He does in fact dress like a gangster, but who knows. I only know what I was told by many.

My father's garage sold and repaired automobiles.  In fact my father was known for his great mechanical ways.  I was told that he could take a regular truck or automobile and install secret compartments in which to transport "said Liquor or shipments of sorts."  His expertise came in good, because once loading the car or truck down with a so-called shipment it never showed. According to sources my father tampered with the springs making them hold a lot more heavy bulky weight. 

Making adjustments and additions to cars and trucks!?
Who knows for sure?  This could have been one of "Big Al's!" cars as it was being repaired or should I say, "TAMPERED WITH!"

After getting married to Jerry things did change.  This is when he gave "The Boat" a proper name.  All of his boats became known as "Miss Jerry."  After a while, I came along.  Then all boats were either "Miss Jerry" or Miss Judy."  This followed suit even if we had 8 boats.

My father retired during the fifties.  After that time he basically did what he wanted, which was mess with his boats. In the year of 1948 he decided he would start charging friends for taking them fishing.  I don't know what he charged back in the old days, but I do remember the charges per person in the latter fifties.  A person could go all day on the ocean with everything furnished except your food.  Daddy furnished bait, tackle, ice, and water. The cost for a fishing trip per person was $6.00.  It was a steep price, but daddy said that he though he could get it.  As you can see he did!

As I look at these pictures I know for a fact that time does fly. It seem that only yesterday Daddy was my age, which is 52. My father and I are sitting on his new fiberglass boat called of course, "Miss Jerry." This was where he left off and my wonderful adventure into the charter boat business really started.  I have to admit time did fly by fast.  However, when I look back at where we started, where I have been, and all of the great customers that I have had the pleasure meeting; I really realize how lucky I really am!

  Stay tuned...The legacy only continues!





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