I probably shot down a thousand airplanes that day.

I crawled through mud, and dirt, and straw, and of course horse manure. I rode a broom everywhere I went, and had to know the correct knots to tie my "horse" to a railing or tree or something when we went in to eat.

We had to have demonstrated our ability to ride, or at least not fall off or panic when the horse decided to be contrary.

We helped saddle. We helped feed and clean the stalls. We helped the counselors with program. We worked our butts off.

Finally, on awards night, we got called down to the pool apron and received our patch and got to sing the Cavalier Anthem.

As a camper, this was one of the best nights of my life.

I wish I could find that patch.

Blood on the saddle

Blood on the ground

Great big puddles of blood all around

Pity the cowboy

Bloody and Red

the old cow pony

done stomped on his head.

Did they do this in the girls camp?

Have a great weekend

Bob