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!

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.

Yes, that is “You Dropped a Bomb on Me” playing in the background!