Saturday's Photos and story...   

Welcome to Saturday, a day that will live in Fishing Camp infamy.  Early in the morning Pandaman made an appearance, peeing, reading, shooting and throwing a football.  This was soon followed up by folks doing jello shots, a few guys wetting themselves, and RJ arriving with the glorious FC flag.  
As night started to fall, the competitive spirit of Fishing Camp was brought out in a game of keg toss. 

Everyone gave it a good heave but it was RJ who emerged victorious as pandaman waved the FC flag to end the drunken competition.  
Once the fun of tossing the keg wore down, most folks got busy drinking again, discussing the previous days exploits and looked forwards to the fun night ahead.

Still not through competing, RJ, Phil and Krappy invented the game of "stick the kegs in a tree."
Here we can witness the ... in his natural habitat, feeling good with beer in hand.  70s the sailor man showed up to liven things up while Skelly poured himself another one from the tap.

As night began to fall, couples huddled close around the fire while Chauncey broke out some extra hydration to pass around. 
So there we are passing that bottle around...Chauncey, Redneck Harry and even the rednecks themselves got in on the fun.

"You're my boy, blue!"
Not long after that bottle had been passed around, one of the locals decided it would be fun to take his quad for a ride...loaded with people, who were loaded with booze...everything was cool, until he engaged the clutch.  He needed reverse, but was in 1st and only ended up ramming the ...'s SUV out of park. Good laughs had by all.
Mini Cash is all pooped out after a long day of smelling things and chasing the older lab. 

Krappy and Bernardis engaged in a friendly chug, after which, Bernardis charged at Krappy then passed out on the picnic table soon afterwards. 

As some of us rallied inside for a group photo, 70's cries out, "Let's go to the Tiger!!!"  And so we did, and it was good...
The tiger claimed many victories that Saturday night, easily handling anything 70's, Phil or Humphrey threw at it.  

One exception were the Minnesota girls, Heather and Dre who held up well against a very wild tiger.  

The wild, untamed beast was even able to knock at least one poor kid to the ground by it's ferocious roar alone.

As the night wore on, the tiger seemed to relent as more and more we saw 70's, Mark, Heather and a naked man all ride the tiger into submission.  That poor drunken kid, though, just kept falling to the ground.

As Phil paid his respects to the tiger for a good night's work, Tymara helped Mark to bed...Saturday had taken it's toll.