As soon as we had our first drinks in hand we were met by a big personality named Eddie. Eddie is what you might call a local and a lifer. Preferring to call everybody “Daddy-O,” Eddie instantly had bets going around the lone pool table in the bar.The one major perk of this shed fishing corner store, shed, dive bar combo was the pool table. That quickly led him to bet Grubb a shirt that we couldn’t beat him in a game of pool. The challenge was accepted, but there was a catch. Eddie left the bar for a few minutes and came back with his ringer, Butch. To put it simply, Butch was old, and he liked his beer. In fact, it looked like Eddie had just woken Butch up for this game. With some drinks down and egos up, the side bets were roaring and the game was on. Of course Eddie’s big personality was at it the whole time, shouting southern phrases none of us had ever heard but had us all in stitches… “Hey Daddy-O! You think long, you think wrong!” After quite some time Grubb won, and needless to say everybody went wild. Well, everyone except for Butch, who literally fell asleep standing in the corner after the game was over. God bless Uncle Joe’s Fish Camp!