Bobby may be a bit of a hick, he can even be downright backwoods at times, but if there’s one thing Bobby isn’t, it’s stupid.  The man’s a damn good researcher, a better hunter and even while becoming a hunter he’s managed to keep to himself and stay mostly out of harm’s way since ‘nam.  He may not have invented lying to the cops, but he might as well have for as long and as well as he’s been doing it.

Bobby is exactly the kind of guy you want at your side in a fight, or leading the search party if you got captured by a Bigfoot.  He’s also not the kind of person you want to cross, because believe you me, it would only happen once.

The man owns and operates what is officially known as the Singer Salvage Yard, but can best be described as: “A few dozen heaps of rusting junkers, and a repair shop that hardly gets used”.  Which is to say that the salvage yard is mostly a front for a supernatural and religious library to rival the Vatican’s, as well as supplies, or at least contact information of suppliers, for any rite that may need to be done or any beastie that may need to be put down.

Besides all this, Bobby also has a veritable bunker under the house that may well survive Armageddon (if it hasn’t already)

What does he know besides books and lore and esoterica and the fine art of blending in?  Well he also knows people, and things, and people who both know and in some cases are things.

He is played by Sterling and his journal is Uncle_Bobby