Camp was awesome, except for Organized Recreation.
Whoever came up with the idea for Organized Rec (read: Mandatory Fun), should be tied down to his bed and beaten with soap wrapped in towels.
I loved canoeing out in Deep Lake in Millersylvania, Washington. In fact one day at Senior Camp last summer I was in charge of canoeing and we kept getting reports from the shore that three Russian brothers were tipping girls' canoes in the middle of the lake. I proceeded to canoe out to them, warn them...and when they did it again I made them latch onto my boat and paddle in a giant circle for 20 minutes. Then when I left them they couldn't paddle straight...they kept paddling in that circle when it was time to come back in and wash up for dinner, so out i went back in the canoe to get them.
As a camper, my friend Caleb and I carried out the most elaborate prank in WACOGOP Camp history. 2002, it was our final year as Campers so we had to go out in style. We sneaked out of church service early, ran down to the lake and set up flashlights, battery powered disco balls and mirrors in the field behind the boys cabins toward the lake (where anyone boating could intrude on the camp if they so desired). When the younger guys were being brought down from the lodge to their cabins, we turned the lights on and the mirrors reflected enough to make two flashlights look like 20.
My brother was in his second year of Senior Camp and joined in on the prank by screaming "Intruders!!!" thus riling up his fellow young Senior Campers (about age 13-14) and sending them all out to look for the "intruders" while Caleb and I hid in the woods.
As the young kids came close to finding us, we would whisper to them in attempts to scare them "Hey kid, I'm the spirit of fear, you'll never get out of here alive" and "I'm the spirit of false religion, join up with me." We were young and even dumber than we are now.
We didn't realize what an effect it would have on those kids until they came up to our place in the woods and started rebuking Satan, his spirits and commanding them to leave the campground. By now it had gotten well out of hand and we ran out of names of spirits to use so my friend Caleb started yelling gibberish like "I'm the Spirit of Chevrolet...I'm the spirit of Nike...Just Do It!!!"
Then some kid ran and told their group leader that he had been attacked by the spirit of Nike, the group leader found Caleb and I and to keep the rest of the story short, the area near the lake was devoid of duck poop by the end of the week.
I love camp.
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