Here are four short video clips I shot on a beach not far from the houses we rented.
“I’m gonna get that ring on that hook!” -Jane quoting someone else.
I’m not sure if this game has a name or not. Seems simple, but it can be frustrating.
Matt did eventually get the ring on that hook!
I thought I knew good seafood until we went to the Crab Shack for lunch. Me, Matt, and Sheri decided to split a Sampler Platter for three. I think you could have easily fed five people with the amount of food they brought out.
I apologize for my nasally voice, I was still getting over a sinus cold.
The Crab Shack is huge. They say on their website that they can accommodate several hundred people. There were less than 20 people in the restaurant the first day we went for lunch. I’m assuming that’s because we having a late lunch in the off-season. Locals tell stories of seeing the place completely packed in the peak of tourist season.
I love how the tables have a big hole in the middle with a trashcan underneath. It just seems more efficient that way!
Outside the restaurant in a big pool, they have a bunch of alligators. It was a strange feeling looking down at the alligators thinking of how good they would taste knowing they were looking up at me thinking the same thing.
Huc-A-Poo’s is by far the best dive bar I’ve ever been to. This is a great place to waste away some island time. The drinks are very reasonably priced. They seem to have a large crowd of regulars all of which were very friendly to us mainlanders. The bar is even dog friendly!
Awesome music. During all my years of bar hopping, I’ve never heard a mix of music like that at Huc-A-Poo’s. The music was never too loud, just chilled in the background. Talk about diverse; it would fade from Sweet Home Alabama to Buffalo Soldier. It was like they had my iTunes playlist on shuffle. One can tell simply by looking at the walls and ceiling that music is a big deal in this place.
Eric, the owner of Huc-A-Poo’s is one of the most likeable guys I’ve ever met. He looks the part of a Tybee native with his long hair wrapped in a doo-rag. Except for the long hair, he reminds me of my dear departed friend Heath Greene.
Eric is a natural-born storyteller. I wish I had thought to video some of the stories he told us. I should have at least been feverishly taking notes, but who does that in a bar? The best story that I remember ended with the line, “Nobody wins at lesbian jousting.”
We became regulars at this place during our weeklong stay on Tybee Island. As soon as I get a chance to visit Tybee again, I’ll definitely be dropping by Huc-A-Poo’s.
I can’t remember what breed the owner said she was. She was a sweetheart though, and tall! I think her name was Belle.
Yes, that is “You Dropped a Bomb on Me” playing in the background!