November 9 Bobby's Fish Camp, Alabama

Leaving Bashi Creek

We woke up this morning in Bashi creek and found that we hadn't moved at all.   Jeff was on the radio a few moments after we woke up wondering when he'd have to dinghy over to us and retrieve our stern anchors.   It took us a little while to get organized but he was over and pulling up the anchors by 8:30 and we shortly there after paraded out the creek to join the rest of our little flotilla.  Good Grief started out ahead of us so it was just 4 boats this time making there way down a lazy river on a cool autumn day.

There was little to see besides the river banks.  And it was only 26 miles.

At mile 118 on the Tem-Tom waterway is a iconic place named Bobby's Fish Camp.  And this is our intended destination today.  Bobby's is the only stop with gas and really the only dock one can tie up to for several hundred miles.  It's ah ... well, it's a fish camp and thus lacks several of the assumed amenities many marina's have these days.  But it's  the only game in town.

Bobby's Fish Camp seen from the river as we approached

Bobby's Fish Camp only has a 150 feet of dock space with 4 electrical outlets and when they are full, they will suggest rafting where by one boat ties off to another boat which is already tied off to the dock. Sometime these rafting arrangement scan reach 3 or 4 boats across.

In our case though we were the first boats there and consumed every square inch of dock space.  Well, it was Us, then Good Grief followed by Field trip on the dock.  Good Grief and Arin E rafted off of the boats tied up.  Any late comers wold be rafted off of us but that didn't happen this night.

Docked at Bobby's Fish Camp

We all agreed that a dinner out would be most apropos so we went to eat at Bobby's Fish Camp restaurant which is famous for it's catfish.  But not before I found the water pump problem (a leak in the hot water line in our head).  The food was pretty good actually.  The place is almost a museum with all this photos and memorabilia.  Ever hear of a gar gator fish?  Well, they got one.  And they had  a picture of an alligator they had to shoot a year before.  It was 12 feet long right on the back near the docks.

Bobby's Fish Camp from our boat

We had an interesting conversation with the original owners niece.  Swedish ancestry.

Headed back to the boat for a peaceful night but others on the dock reported several barges transiting the area which rocked the dock pretty good.  You think we knew?  Yeah, right!

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