From: anthropo@carina.unm.edu (Dominick V. Zurlo)
Subject: Resica memories
Date: Thu, 01 Oct 92 18:32:22 GMT
Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque

 well, I've been doing a lot of writing for myself lately (on paper)
about my experiences at Resica Falls SCout Reservation in Pennsylvannia,
USA both as a Camper and as a Staff Member.  I figured it was time 
to put some of them on the computer.  So, over the next few weeks, I'll
write several short little pieces, in the hope that it will get others
to share some of their experiences and memories.  Thanks all in advance.


I was wondering what to write about here first, and I decided to start
this off with one of my favorite events, the Weenie Wars!!!!

The Weenie Wars began in the summer of 1986.  we ran a Lake Reggatta
every Wed. Our big lake, Lake Roger (or Jolly Roger, or the wasteland 
as it became known in '87) is about a half-hour hike from the main camp,
uphill most of the way.  (Lovely hike though, picking blueberries on the 
way, finding my favorite patch of sassafrass trees - can you tell I 
worked in Ecology??)  Anyway, so for lunch we did hot dogs and watermelon
and chips wiht the usual supply of bug-juice.  Our camp duece would drive 
on up to the lake via the highway and a dirt road (took about and hour 
to walk that way, and not nearly as nice).  The hot dogs (or turkey franks)
were in a huge plastic trash barrel used only for the purpose of keeping the 
weenies warm and in scalding water.  After the Regatta the second or third 
week into the summer,(I was running the food tables that year) we had about 
200 extra franks.  We tried to give them away to all the scouts, but after 
seconds and thirds and fourths even, no one wanted anymore.  Well, we had to 
get rid of them, and unfortunately they would only be thrown out anyway, so 
we figured we'd give them to the wildlife.  Well, I don't know exactly how it
started, but suddenly, all these weenies were being flung through the air, 
hitting people left and right (only the food clean-up crew, everyone else 
had left by this point).  Well, I put an end to it very quickly, telling 
everyone that we needed to clean up  we finished packing everything away, 
except the weenie barrel.  I then announced to everyone that if they wanted 
to have a weenie fight, to go on ahead.  It was great! It was childish, 
immature, and a lot of fun!! (:->)
  The sides were quickly made, flinging weenies at our opponents, then 
suddenly, turning on our team-mates and becoming a loner.  Teaming up 
again, throwing weenies far and wide, trying to hit everyone possible!
One guy, Steve, Sasquatch (size 17 1/2 shoes) seemed to emerge as a 
sorta weenie general, and he got ganged up on.  Then, as the deuce was 
driving away, with Steve and myself in front, we got ambused by weenie
warriors jumping out of the bushes on either side of the road!
  We were finally able to get away, covered in little pieces of turkey 
franks, but it sure was fun.  The weenie wars continued through the 
entire summer whenever there were leftover weenies.  And then there was
Operation Grenada (weenie wise) where General Steve was overcome by 
the Barry guerrila warriors in yet another ambush.  
   Now some of you reading this may say, who cares, but if you've ever been 
in a water fight, it's great fun, and this is similar, but instead of water,
we had solid ammunition, and the weenies didn't hurt, because they're so
soft, they'd splatter the minute they'd hit someone, which made it all very
messy, adn even more fun.
  Anyway, That's all for now, you may not find this funny, but it's 
a lot of fun remembering.

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Dominick