the beer was ice cold the jokes were Luke warm, but the fun was just getting started.
5 cases of beer, 10 poles, 30 night crawlers, a carton of smokes and a full tank of gas, 
we ended up in Summit lake. We drank and fished all night and the next day at noon, 
Even though, We Got no fish to show for our efforts. the 1st annual was over. 
So, we settled on the final rules and regulations of joining 
the Whiskey Jim's Annual Catfish Tournament. 

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