Saskatoon's The Sheepdogs were the standout darlings of the day. Giving due credit to the tree the managed to climb up into (with the exception of frontman Ewan Currie whose manly posture would not co-operate with nature). All the better, their performance was visually pleasing, yet beyond that, their music held it's own, with thick, callous vocals that were supremely lumberjack-esque. Comparatively similar to the likes of The Trews, their harmonies were stacked. They played their session in a Southern Seventies groove that got a rise out of the crowd of growing onlookers.