CAMBRIDGE, Md., March 2 (UPI) -- The outgoing Miss Outdoors, Dakota Abbott, said at a Dorchester County, Md., competition that the key to a successful muskrat skinning is a very sharp knife. The 17-year-old girl, who won the Miss Outdoors title in 2008, earned $100 and a set of muskrat traps by winning the women's junior championship trophy in a muskrat-skinning contest last weekend, the Los Angeles Times said Monday.
"You want a real sharp knife and a good grip," Abbott said at Saturday's event.
The tradition of Miss Outdoors competitions and muskrat skinning began in 2003 when contestant Tiffany Brittingham donned a sharp knife, along with jewelry and makeup to show off her skinning skills.
This year's competition even included a contestant who scalded a large chicken before plucking the feathers from the bird, the Times said.
But once the judges' votes were tallied in this year's Miss Outdoors event, Abbigail Tyler was victorious thanks to a singing performance of "Red High Heels."
Meanwhile, event emcee Buddy Foxwell had one unusual pageant request for all contestants.
"All contestants are reminded to take your carcasses home with you," Foxwell said.
As usual, i found this article under the "odd" section. Apparently, it's ironic for Miss Outdoors to be efficient in muskrat skinning. I personally think this article is fucking awesome. Because it took a 17 year old girl to be like "fuck it, yeah i am REALLY good at muskrat skinning, and luckily for everyone else i am remotely attractive. so let me win this bitch!!!" and uh, Is it weird for another contestant to pluck a fucking bird at a miss outdoors contest? as much authentic awesome self-reliance was being demonstrated for such an event, the world, once again, couldn't handle it and had to award Miss Abbigail Tyler for wearing, and singing "Red High Heels." what the fuck is wrong with people? The truth is, you can't win a beauty contest by being yourself. well you know, unless you're mostly a douschebag with no real life skills and all you can sing are dumb showtunes.
not gonna fan out on this photo of omar pumping, but i'm just going to say for the record i'm not too cool to recognize video parts that get me siked. and his part got me siked. mindfield is no photosynthesis, it's actually impractical to compare anything to anything else in general. but i will say that while watching mindfield i fully thought omar's intro was his whole part and was extremely siked to see that i was wrong. though he rides for nike and alien now, what i like about omar is that his style and energy hasn't changed since his days on foundation. everyone's changed. but let's not all forget everyone was once a baby kalis. people need to stop acting like nobody remembers them four years ago. but, it's sick to see that this motherfucker has always been a natural, high speed croucher.
back crail, unfortunately, slap magazine has gone digital. magazines that go digital are obviously hurting, it's really unfortunate that the printed word is slowly dying and to even make a zine independenly is like burning a half month's rent in a fire to keep you warm.
i don't know if redbull warned those girls they'd be attacked by long haireds at the event.
vander's panties gettin' some needed circulation
this kid was reppin 401k super hard. their gang and shit. i was reppin $10-an-hour, my permanent lifestyle gang. they didn't even know what hit em'
holy shit really, this kid wasn't in any of the bands but you can see the obvious talent he has to slay people with his impromptu performances. and by slaying i mean actually killing people with real weapons, or no weapons at all.
deer with a beard in headlights
5 ladies, but one hates earthless. and it's the one that looks like damien
no potential drug deal at the bowl shall be left unturned.
it's obvious curtis cares about his clothes more than the rest of us.
des, unconscious as 'uge. at least she didn't puke twice next to the mini ramp. unless i dreamt that i did, but i'm pretty sure i did. and i'm pretty sure it happens everytime i'm media frenzying and am quadruple fisting free beer simultaneously.
a coat made of only the finest rat hairs
brett's finger on it's period.
this guy called vander a rapist while vander was talking on the mic. and it's on my video camera!! best memories ever!!!
and so the children photos begin..
end of the night sentiments, where'd everyone go? it was all just a dream, alice..
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