The only thing I know for sure about Max is that everyone loves him. There are many stories, bordering on folklore really, about Max. I'm assuming that the folks at Max's Bait and Tackle are Max's foster parents; the sign sits outside their shop and well, there's the name.
Some say he was injured near the launch ramp and nursed back to health by local fishermen. Some say he just appeared one day and captured everyone's heart. One older local smiles and tells me Max is magical; I fall in love with his craggy smile and twinkling eyes.
Max resides in a part of the marina that I don't visit. You need to walk down a steep hill and navigate some rocks to find this little spot of calm.
I hope to meet him one day.