Saturday, March 22, 2008
The Delaware River
Nothing beat a Delaware Canoe trip when Rodney was at the helm. We would start swamping canoes the second we got onto the river. Of course, Rodney would collect the dead fish that were floating around the Delaware and throw them at out as you paddled by his canoe. Dead fish fights became a standard of our canoe trips.
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Yo! This is Rodney. Remember the time I hit the fat kid in the gut with a fish. Good Times.
How are you, Mitchell?
still like the yanks??
I still work here...I'm 73.
Although my summers at Chappy were short, they were some of the best ever. I learned to be self-sufficient, shoot a rifle (even though I couldnt pass the merit badge test). What were those wood tripods we built and raced? I was introduced to Risk in Dorey and Bergy's lean-to,loved it when Bubba would scream Schlppiaaaaan from in front of the palace, and earned my ga-ga knuckles. I will keep commenting on the blog- another memory- one of the brothers swallowed a dime and had to be sifted until it passed, I think he also puked after a fish fight when a fish exploded in his mouth and guts flew everywhere.
People think camp was gay and are making nasty comments, I hold my memories of the hill dear. CH-CH-CHAP-AP-AP-APEG-EG-EG-EGAT!
Remember the time Rodney was throwing the dead fish at me, and I was catching them in my mouth like a seal?
THAT WAS AWESOME
- BSP
sometimes Wang and I would have secret meetings at camp, plotting ways the company we dreamed of, 80/20 productions worldwide, would take over the world.
Oh the dreams we would have, holding hands under Old Man Willow...
Those were the days.....
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