Bobby’s is the last place to get diesel on the Tombigbee river before you reach Mobile, Alabama. Everyone talks about it, and everyone goes. Unfortunately we did not stay the night there… but anchoring close by brought us back 3 times. I refer to it at Bobby’s Alligator camp because just south of this we spotted our first alligator!!! He was bathing on a sandy bank until we decided to disturb him by steering his way. I of course wanted a photograph so we turned around and did a drive by to get a closer look. By the time I put the appropriate lens on my camera, he crawled into the muddy water never to be seen again. Not much farther down the river, we spotted another one on a bank basking in the sun. Both of them got away before I got a picture to prove it. So I could be lying. But I’m not.
Bobby’s was an old fashion facility that felt like you were walking through an antique shop but nothing was for sale. The walls filled with history, nic-nacs, dust, dead fish, photographs, and odd signs.
This is Sheila. She is the cook at the restaurant located on the premisses. Allthough the restaurant is closed half the week, Sheila offers to come in after hours and cook her famous catfish dinner for boaters who stay at Bobby’s. She was lovely, humming and singing while sweeping, and when I reached out my hand to introduce myself, she immediately responded with a hug instead.
An anchorage right outside of Bobby’s Fish Camp, we tied our stern off to a tree. Bird curiously tried to figure out a way to get off the boat. It did not work. We spent the night trying to fish again. It also did not work. Lost my lucky lure in the process, got stuck in weeds down under. We played country music too loud, and scared off whatever fish were there in the first place. Woke up to thick fog, and had to wait a while before we could leave that day.