Our Testicle Festival goes down every year on the Saturday of Father's Day Weekend — because nothing says "Thanks, Dad" like cold beer, live music, and a sack of Beef Fries.
Never been? Here's what you're walking into…
People elbow-to-elbow in The Ball Room (two words for a reason), knocking back ice-cold beers, splitting buckets of VooDoo Juice, and bravely popping their first nut like it's a rite of passage. The band's cranked up, the shirts are flying off the merch table, and strangers are becoming lifelong friends somewhere between their second drink and their third nut.
Outside, the Beer Garden is stacked with spools, sunsets, and a few stories you probably won't repeat in church the next morning. There's room for everyone — whether you came for the music, the meat, or just to see what kind of madness rural Nebraska can legally pull off.
It's loud.
It's legendary.
It's the cant miss event of the summer.
