In a message dated 06/01/1999 7:17:44 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: << *On a lighter note: My Outpost held a camp out in the San Gabriel Mt's and I brought my Bugle along to play taps... (Barton Flats?) I practiced at home... got it down perfect<G> But on the campout it was COLD! I climbed a little mound over the vintage pup tents and began.. *Such a sick racket came out that it sounded like a herd of Elk and buzzing horseflys doing battle! *Every camper in the area was out of his tent throwing a flashlight on me, and yelling discourageing coments about the quality of my bugle'n... Crittic's were ever'whar!.... What a night, followed by a tent buddy who drank too much "Cream Soda" and spewed all over his classic flanel bag with jumping deers<G> ->A No.1<- >> Reminds me of the campout we had to Crabtree Falls up in the Blue Ridge. It was 5 years ago and it was the first camp for my #2 son Nathan. We had 35 pioneers and dads an' halfway up the one lane county road the trailer threw a shoe - wheel, spindle and all. Commander Gary? Is the trailer s'posed ta be throwin' sparks like that? Well, four trips later we had all the bodies and equipment up at Crabtree Meadows, and we were bunking down in a crisp, cool "October in the Blue Ridge" night. We get all the boys bedded down, I look up just in time to see the last cloud go over the ridge leavin' nothin' but the Milky Way behind! Awesome! The Heavens DO declare the Glory of God!! Well, I spend some time gazin' and then figger it's time to hunker down m'self. I'm not asleep more'n maybe an hour or so when Nathan wakes me up............... "Dad? DAD!??!" "Huh? What?" "Dad, there's a bear in the camp!!" "What? A bear?" "Yeah, hear him?" Truth be known there WAS some UNgodly growlin' and snufflin' just outside our tent, an' I started to investigate when I realised .................. "Awww, it's ok son, that's just Bro. Nelson snorin' next door!" "Is he alright, dad?" "Yeah, son, I think he'll survive the night." " 'A look of "I'm not so sure of that" followed by "g'night Dad."' So I guess that begs the question, "What's worse?" Duane's "tootlin" or Nelson's "snootlin" <G> WAUGH!! Burn'n Heart _______ To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] "Eat the hay & spit out the sticks!" RTKB&G4JC! Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://rangernet.org
