After sixty miles and nine hours, we were safely anchored up Big Briar Creek, a great hurricane hole off the Tensas River Cutoff at mile 12.2 of the Mobile River. We anchored near the railroad bridge, even though it wasn’t necessary to go in that far, but the train traffic was surprisingly quiet. In fact, it was a peaceful night on the hook.
Gale tried fishing for bass but didn’t come away with much. He talked to a couple of guys in a fishing boat who said they hadn’t been able to get the fish to bite all afternoon.
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