That have I done, and that shall I do again in yer honor, Mickey Lad!

And for all of you that can't make history as part of Mudstock 99, let me paraphrase Henry V:

"...the fewer the Mudcatters, the greater share of honor! That he which hath no stomach for this festival, let him depart; we shall not rejoice in that man's company, that fears his fellowship to rejoice with us. This day is called The First Mudstock; he that outlives this day and comes safe home, will stand a-tiptoe when this day is nam'd, and rouse him at the name of Mudstock. He that shall live this day and see old age,will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, and say- to-morrow is Mudstock; then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, and say these wounds I had at First Mudstock- here the fleeting blemish left by an errant plectrum- here the mark caused by coming to near bet's dutch oven full of Mudcat stew- Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, but he'll remember, with advantages, what feats he did that day.Then shall our names, familiar as household words- Lonesome EJ, Lion, Katlaughing and Vixen,Joe Offer and Max- Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: This story shall the good man teach his son; and Mudstock shall ne'er go by from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remember'd: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he that shares ale, roast trout, and music with me at Mudstock shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: and Mudcatters, safe at home,shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here. And hold their Mudcathoods cheap, while any speak, that feasted with us upon The First Mudstock!"