Last night in photos. Many of these speak for themselves. Animal Rights activists please email Trent at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Extreme close-up. Fish with huge scales.
Broken pole= Miller lite for Big Billy Bass
If you have the word "Hick" in your name last night, there was a
100% that you broke your pole. Chickle sandwich.
Speaks for itself.
Matt pulls down his pants when he pees.
Trent's huge catfish and mysterious pocket growth.
I caught you a delicious bass.
Put another log on the fire, cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Warsh my socks and sew my old blue jeans,
Fill my pipe and fetch me up my slippers.
Grapple-fest 2005, winner Hickman
So the Symphony Orchestra was playing a concert in the park and was in the middle of Beethoven's 9th Symphony. The basses, in the back of the orchestra, decided they had a few minutes to spare before being asked to play anything, so they ran across the street to the pub for some drinks. They tied up the conductors score to stall even more. Once at the tavern, they could hear the music and keep up with the progress of the piece. After one, two, or maybe three rounds, they decided that they had to hurry because the last movement of the ninth symphony was underway. They stumbled back onto the bandstand and finished the concert. The conductor was interviewed the next day as to how the concert had gone. He sized up the situation: It was a pretty good concert until the bottom of the ninth, the score was tied, and the basses were loaded.