nted us to do. No answer. We had heard that many of the tow captains and such down here don't answer when you hail them. This guy was one of them. Maybe because he was shrimping in the channel and they are not suppose to be?? He had quite a few birds following along, but I like the two pelicans that are perched on his stern getting a free ride back to shore.We passed under a bridge and along and area called
Bulkhead Shoals. There were probably a couple of dozen of these flat boats in a fairly small area. They were harvesting oysters. This isn't a very clear photo as I took it from so far away, but you can kind of make out the poles in the fisherman's hands. They are like large tongs with what looks like rakes on the ends and he scissors them back and forth on the bottom. Then he scoops it up and dumps what ever is caught within the rakes in the front of his boat. Another guy sorts what it is brought up. The oyster has to be at least a certain size or it gets tossed back.Carrabelle is a quaint looking fishing village.
From the looks of things, it must be a hopping place in the summer months when tourist and charter fishermen are here. Many marinas, slips and waterside restaurants. But this time of year, it is pretty much deserted. From Carrabelle, we will cross the Gulf. The weather is such that it won't be for at least a few days.
Another thing we have run in to down south that is different from Minnesota is the dock workers are not allowed to get on your boat. Or so we were told by a few of them. Which means we pump our own fuel (not such a biggie) but also pump out the holding tanks. As you can see, this is a "blue" job so Ross is doing it. Taking a photo of it is a "pink" job.
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