The Kenton Coon Dog Nationals...Oh Maaan, that's almost a misnomer, even though there happened to be a small area of the most stinkiest dogs the good Lord ever made...supposedly they chase coons, but WOW, I don't think that's what attracted the people...
It really was the largest flea market a good ole redneck could ever dream of...acres of...everything...for sale. I was amazed at how many times I nearly got ran over (Yup, ran over!) just walking the aisles. How? Heh, everybody who was anybody had the lifted, big tired, cool paint job, Budweiser filled cooler-on-the-back, golf carts. And nobody drove those things sober! And I'm just a dumb city boy walking the aisles...without a beer in hand.
Boy it was fun...too bad it stopped.
BTW, nice wood on the 10/22.