Saturday, October 8, 2011
MATAGUAY BACKPACK TRAINING WEEKEND
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Advancement Campout at Camp Divjak
Scouts new and old had a great time working on advancements at the September 24-25 overnight at the Divjak's ranch. Requirements fulfilled included: meal planning, food buying, swim testing, campfire setting, tent setting-up, dinner cooking, service project leading, Scout Oath, Motto, & Law memorizing, Constitutional rights and obligations discussing, and camping!! Great work Scouts!!
Monday, August 1, 2011
A Few More Pictures
Who Knew that Camp Whitsett Celebrated Christmas in July (7/25)? Complete with the Jolly Old Fat Man? 
The camp director (Andrew S.) is happy with his gift!
Yum, Now here is a quick way to cool off courtesy of the trading post!
Assembled for colors after the evening meal!
Maybe we should cut the log just a little more...!
Adults doing what they do best, Supervising your scouts!
2011 Camp Whitsett POINTS!
I didn't think many paid attention, but Justin approached me near the end of the week and reminded me, "Mrs Redmond, you never gave me my 100 points for clearing your dinner dishes at last year's summer camp."
SO!... Once again, I began recording things that made me take notice of these GREAT boys! Here's the final "Red Points" tally from 2011 Summer Camp:
100 EXTRA points to Justin right off the bat! (to cover last year's brain fart)
200 points to Stewart for showering the day before we drove home, all crammed into the cars for that 6-hour drive!
Taffy Points to Matt for carrying off my dinner dishes that first night.
200 pts to Mr Finley for bringing ROCKIN camping chairs!!!
100 MORE pts to Mr Finley for being a good sport about us breaking one of his ROCKIN camping chairs!
100 pts to Zach for loaning his multi-tool to EVERYone in camp.
100 more pts to Zach for using CLEAN underwear for his crossbow band...
100 pts to Andrew D for adopting a kid on the wilderness survival overnighter.
200 pts to Mr Red for his entertaining Belly Flop and Cannon Ball during the Operacade, I mean Aquacade!
100 pts to Cody for NOT killing Mrs Red during Mafia.
100 pts to David for hugging Palmer
100 pts to Andrew A for all his praise and admiration of my feather-necker-boat!
100 pts to Matt for getting coke for Mr Redmond
100 pts for Mr Adams setting up a chair for me at lunch.
100 more pts to Justin for carrying my chair to the Aquacade.
50 more pts to Justin for ALMOST asking me if he could, before I asked him to do so...
100 more pts to Stewart for carrying my chair back from the Aquacade.
200 more pts each to Matt, Justin, Stewart and Palmer for participating in Aquacade!!
100 more pts to Matt for filling several water bottles for others and NOT getting paid the $1 he started off charging...
100 more pts to Mr Adams for carrying my stuff out to Mr Finley's car.
500 final pts to Mr Red for my beautiful hand-carved custom-painted "Kiss the Duck" walking stick!!
Ok, that's what I had written in my journal, but it's OPEN FOR REBUTTAL! haha
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Shooting Sports at Camp!
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GREAT CAMP QUOTES FROM TROOP 617
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| "Good Morning, Camp!" "Good Morning, Josh!" "Way-OH! Way-OH!"
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"Who wants to go to the Trading Post with me?"
"How many days are you going to wear those pants?"
"How did you sleep?"
"Palmer looks just like an otter."
"Nuh-uh, he's more like a little puppy."
"No, he's a teddy bear."
"NO! He's more like a SUN bear, look at him!
"Let me see your face, Palmer. ...I'm telling you, he looks just like an otter."
"Eeeww! There's a LOG in the urinal!"
"This would make a great beating stick!"
"Can I sleep in your tent?"
"Where's Mr Redmond? I think he's napping in the stream."
"Dude! You're such a girl!"
"I've always looked down upon you, and I always will."
"Did you guys know the tooth brush was invented in Ramona? If it had been anywhere else, it would have been called a teeth brush."
"That's a good one, I'm gunna go home and tell that one to my sheep."
"That dinner was so good, I think I'll purge and go for thirds!"
"What are you whittling? A stick."
"Ok, I'll just beat the tree while I wait."
"I already showered once!"
"Why would you shower at camp when you can shower at home?!"
"SKIMMERHORN!!!"
"Jokes on you, I have 2 dads!"
"Come on guys, no more racist jokes! ... (unless their good)"
"What is that you're using for your crossbow string?"
"My underwear band... what? it's clean!!"
"Where are you going?"
"To the Operacade."
"Ummm... it's the Aquacade."
"Oh -- that changes everything."
"Mrs Redmond! You can put on the blog that we started a Ninja craze at the flag pole!"
"You didn't adopt me, you abducted me!"
"Palmer's so CUTE!!"
The Swim Test
Friday, July 29, 2011
BOAT RACING!
Cheers, laughter and the refreshing sounds of the boys' splashing in the stream rolled up and over the embankment below our campsite. I grabbed my camera and ventured down into the cool, dark canopy of pines and alders that grew along the waterline.
Our boys had created two "whitewater" racing channels out of river rocks and fallen branches. Andrew D held between his fingers miniature boats whittled from small twigs.
"3 - 2 - 1 - Launch!", came the cry. Into the stream the vessels went, tossling along in the water, bumping and bouncing their way downstream.
"Man down!" A boat had submerged in the "rapids", only to resurface a few moments later. Rocks, pockets, branches and other natural obstacles made the race as exciting as any professional speed boat race. "Slash! Sploosh!" The boys tromped downstream, one after the other, each clumsily chasing his hand-carved masterpiece.
"Can I race?" I wanted to join the fun.
"Sure, you just need to carve a boat."
"Can you float my feather?" I had just spent the afternoon lazily whittling a neckerchief slide from a balsa wood kit.
"Wow! Did you do that?!" Andrew A was impressed. "Mrs Redmond's boat is EPIC!"
Ever the encourager, Zach grunted, "You have to have a captain."
Each boy had painstakingly hollowed out little holes in the top and plugged in tiny stick "captains."
"My captain is in his cabin." I turned my feather over to reveal the bulky squared off ring for the neckerchief.
I took their laughter for a yes, as Andrew D reached his fingers toward me. I slipped my feather boat into it's "launch" and down they went.
"Splash! Sploosh!" The noise and cheering got my adrenalin going, but I couldn't see anything past the crowd of boys schlomping along in the water.
"Hey! You won! Mrs Redmond won!" I was tickled to hear Andrew A's acclaim for the second time, "Mrs Redmond's boat is EPIC!"
As any mom can imagine, a million bucks and a golden trophy couldn't have meant more to me. In that moment of fleeting glory, I belonged...
KISS THE DUCK! KISS THE DUCK!
Mr Redmond had carved a duck head at the top of his walking stick and was poking Zach's face from 3 feet away. Zach was ignoring him, obviously hoping he'd go away.
"Zach! (quack quack) Kiss my duck!" Zach glared at him.
"Zach, just kiss the duck", David chimed in.
Soon the chant began, "Kiss the duck! Kiss the duck! Kiss the duck!"
Zach realized he wasn't going to get out of it, so he better be a good sport. He suddently chomped on the duck's bill and locked his jaw.
"HEY! Leggo my duck!" His dad was taken by surprise as the joke turned on him. He sulked away with his masterpiece.
By the time the duck saw the light of day again, it was a beautifully carved and painted walking stick, presented to me as a gift, representing as many camp memories as a duck can carry. Ooohs and awws filled the campsite as he approached me...
I was so touched by his creative and skilled handiwork! But the sentimental moment flashed passed me as the chant sprang up again, "Kiss the duck! Kiss the duck!"
Thursday, July 28, 2011
MAFIA AGAIN?
them: "Let's play Mafia!"
me: "Mafia AGAIN?!"
them: "Ya, we like Mafia."
me: "Don't you know any other games?"
them: silence...
finally: "Let's play Stealth!"
me: "How do you play?"
them: "Everybody scatters and tries to make their way back to the campfire without being tagged."
me: "In the dark?"
them: "YA! It's really fun."
me: "no flashlights?"
them: "YA! You gotta get back and tag base without getting caught."
me: "What's base?"
them: "The campfire."
me: "You scatter around the campsite in the dark, run around tagging each other in the dark, and then you have to "TAG" the campfire?"
them: "Ya, well I guess we can't REALLY tag the campfire."
me: "Hhmmm. And I have to get up?"
them: "Well, you could be IT."
me: "Do I have to get up?"
them: silence...
them: "Let's just play MAFIA!"
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