Back from Camp Woodtick

The Commander and Lord Kadizzle have returned from Camp Wood Tick near the Canadian Border. The major event at the camp seemed to be eating. We ate like kings. The weather was good, and so was the company.

We stayed at a cabin site that we had stayed in years ago. The last time we stayed there we were robbed by Indians. When we returned to the dwelling it appeared we had caught someone inside. The door was broken out, and a flashlight was laying on the floor turned on.

After giving the situation some thought it occurred to me that it was best to let the person escape, rather than risk a confrontation. So I yelled into the cabin and told the person we were leaving and they should get out. When we returned we found that they had stolen a bottle of gin, and a bottle of salad dressing. Ever since that time people have wondered what kind of drink you make with gin and ranch dressing. Who ever was in the cabin apparently ran out the back and jumped off the porch. You could tell this happened by the broken branches. It was not a pleasant escape. Some young Indians were partying nearby, and they were the mains suspects, but in fairness no one knows who it actually was.