It's been a staple in our state since 1917, and I've been lucky to have been able to exhibit my dairy heifers there many times when I was in 4-H. Hell, me and my buddies used to get into so much mischief up there... I'd say "if only my parents knew...." but I've heard enough stories to know they raised twice as much hell up there as I ever did. I get it honestly, that's for sure.
My little brother's got a Guernsey heifer up there this week, so my and my lady ventured up to hang out for the evenin'. Since I wasn't spendin' the night, there wasn't much hell-raisin', although I happily accepted a Lager when it was handed to me. We hit up the food court (excellent local fare, not carny food), did a quick loop in the Main Hall, then hung out at the tie for the rest of the evenin'.
I'll let the pictures do the rest for this post...
|The crowds in the food court.|
|My second cousin fittin' her heifer for the show.|
|Joe and Breanne, chillin' with Moxie.|
|Longest lines in the food court are for these. We got 'em|
just before close, so no wait.
|Over 1,000 pounds of butter for the 22nd annual Butter Sculpture.|