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List Your Camp Stories Here! Please provide the following information:
Title of Story, Story, Name, Years Attended.
Burnt Shirt Mountain:
For many of you, hiking up Burnt Shirt Mountain was a great memory. There was a tradition of burning a shirt over a camp fire for good luck. Year 2 or 3 of the camps' existences, a shirt WAS NOT burnt. Well, as luck would have it one night on top of the mountain, a beetle crawled into my ear and the ear of another camp counselor. This was always a memory each year I went back. I always made sure they burnt a shirt during this overnight hike to Burnt Shirt Mountain.
John Clay Gibbons, 1979 - 1984
Flagpole Hanging:
In the summer of 84, as a CIT, I took a human dummy look-a-like from the athletic field and hung it from the flagpole in broad daylight. Well, Dr. Smith find out it was me and "fired" me as a CIT. Even after all this, Dr. Smith invited me back as a CIT next year. This was my last year and a great way to go out, I guess :).
John Clay Gibbons, 1979 - 1984
Lights Out Movie Night:
As the campers are in bed, the staff and CITs go to the Rec hall to watch a movie. This particular night we watched Arachnaphobia! There was a counselor who was an arachnaphobe, so in the spirit of kindness just at a particularly skin crawling moment I innocently threw a piece of popcorn up in the air that landed on his head! Well his popcorn flew into the air until he realized what had happened, then proceeded to chase me round the rec hall a few times intent on killing me.
Jason Stokes, 1991
The Ringer in the Match:
During a campers against campers inter-camp sports day against Camp Blue Star, a much bigger camp than Mishemokwa, it was decided during a soccer match between the two camps, that Camp Mishemokwa needed to make a good showing, so one of the British "campers" played on the team. From what I remember we did fairly well. Just one thing though, the "camper" was, in fact, a quite young looking British counsellor! We got away with it though.
Jason Stokes, 1991
Dr. Smith Gets the Last Shot:
One night Junior McKinney and I were making our nightly rounds making
sure that those naughty campers and counselors weren't sneaking out to
meet with their significant others (for that summer). Anyway, as Junior
and I were standing on the road in the boy's area, three local mountain
men came walking up the road drunker than a bunch of monkeys. They
told Junior and I that they were "looking for some young ladies". We
played it cool and calm. Junior continued to stall them by talking and I
started back around through the girls area to get ol Dr. Smith. Of
course when I got to the old yellow house Dr. and Mrs. Smith were quite
upset. Without hesitation Dr. Smith grabbed a sawed-off shotgun and made
his way towards the young, local gentlemen. When we returned Junior
said that they heard us coming and ran up into the trees. Without
blinking an eye Dr. Smith turned and unloaded three rounds above the
tree-line. He was sending a message. Never saw those boys again
Jeff Davis
Ice Cream on the Hill:
In 1994, the first of my two summers as a CIT, there were only three of us -- me, Debi Jolly and Carla Segurola. There usually were up to eight at any given time, but that year, for whatever reason, it was just us. Several evenings, after lights out, we'd go to the rec hall to get some ice cream (I think Bob, who planned activities, let us have it, but I don't remember). Then we'd walk up to the athletic field, sit on the hill overlooking the dining hall and look at the stars, laugh and talk. Very innocent stuff, though at the time we thought we were rebels for not being where we were supposed to be. Those conversations and all the jokes that came with it, along with the beauty of the night sky and the smell of the air, are some of my favorite childhood memories, from camp or otherwise. And, almost 12 years later, I still talk to Debi and Carla all the time.
John Metz, 1990-1996
Page Last Updated: January 2, 2006
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