Welcoming "The Flying Foxes Patrol" (formally known as the "GREEN PATROL") to our home on the World Wide Web. 
Updates soon to follow.
I figured that since we are all going to be in this together we may as well have a common bulletin board where we can post our accomplishments so that everyone can keep in touch
May 22nd - 24th, 2009 at Camp Nor' Wes!
Yours in Scouting,
Ted Davis, AKA "RUSTY"
1st Cowan Height Group, Beaver Colony.
Upcoming Event Topics
(left to right) Chris "Matlock", Joanne, Peter"Bullwinkle", Blair, Darren "Barman"
This was the easiest gig this crew of trainers has ever had... We spoiled 'em folks!
(*"3 chairs for the Flying Fox Patrol" - I guess you had to be there)
-Wieners
Saturday Breakfast - Toxic Ziploc Bag Omelets, mushrooms, cheese, eggs, and spicey tomatoes
Sunday breakfast - Oatmeal packets/water from the kettle, toast and fruit.
Scouts Own
May 22, 2009 Scouts Own “THE FLYING FOXES PATROL” -Presented by Ted
Opening
Please join me as we bow our heads in prayer, and with all reverence and humility, express our gratitude to our Almighty Father for favors already received.
Prayer
We ask that God may continue to preserve the Scouting movement by cementing and adorning it with every moral and social virtue, and keep us steadfast in our Duty to preserve and uphold the Scout Law and Promise as we persevere through the trials and tribulations of our lives and in particular, this most recent Scouting challenge.
Song- Montezuma’s Revenge (Sung to the tune of the "Halls of Montezuma")
Oh, I used to have a life,and a pretty good life too.
But now that I’m in Wood Badge,it’s all I seem to do.
I get up very early,and I go until way past ten.
When the sun rises tomorrow, we’ll do it all again.
The Beavers are all whining,
the Lynx they are now gray.
The Dandelions Petals are drooping,
and the Flying Foxes can’t think straight.
Oh, the Blue Owls they are sleepy,
and the Trainers are ornery too.
Oh, we’d love to run and hide in our lean-tos.
And now our song is over,but you know it isn’t true.
We all had fun at Wood Badge,despite a lot to do.
But come the end of Sunday,we will gladly all proclaim,
that we’re glad we’ll once more have,a normal life again.
"We are CAMP MAY-HAM"
Story
A man was all alone, walking in the woods one day, when he felt a sharp pain in his chest and he falls to the ground…
The next thing he knows he is walking along the same path with his Yellow Labrador Retriever, who had passed away several years before. The man and his faithful companion continue walking down the trail until they come to a place with these incredible pearly gates. The person standing inside the gate beckons the man to enter, but motions that the dog cannot come in. The man ponders this for a moment and decides to continue down the original path. Soon the man and his canine friend come upon a beautiful gold gilded archway, and this time there is a man dressed in a white robe, with a long flowing white beard, beckoning for him to enter, but once again the man is instructed that his furry friend cannot come with him. The man, undaunted, decides to continue on down the path. After what felt like a good long stroll, the man comes upon a farmer leaning on a gate, with a piece of straw hanging sideways out of his mouth. The man approaches the farmer and asks if he and his dog can come through the gate to take a rest. The farmer indicates that they can and after noticing that the dog is very thirsty, he advises the man that inside the gate he will find a cup, a bowl and a good drinking water well, where he can draw up a drink for himself and the dog. After the man and dog have quenched their thirst the man turns to the farmer and asks, “Is this Hell?” The farmer responds, “Nope, this is Heaven.
Those other two places you walked past were the gateways to Hell. We keep them there to help weed out those who would choose to leave their best friend behind.”
Closing Thought - The Clock of Life
The clock of life is wound but once,And no man has the powerTo tell just when the hands will stopAt late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,To lose one's health is more,To lose one's soul is such a lossThat no man can restore.
The present only is our own,So Live, Love, toil with a will --Place no faith in 'Tomorrow' --For the clock may then be still. Robert H. Smith, ©1932-1982
Closing Song – Kum Ba Ya – (means “Come by here.”)
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!O Lord, kum ba yah! Someone's laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!O Lord, kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah!O Lord, kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's praying, Lord, kum ba yah!O Lord, kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!O Lord, kum ba yah! Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!O Lord, kum ba yah!
Big Thank you shout out to the Dandelions and the Blue Owls for carrying our Silver Tent Peg all weekend - Steff walks out of the wilderness proudly wearing the Silver Tent Peg!
Spare Time Activities - Get At Them!
Name tag - Done May 11th, 2009 - Maclaren Clan Tartan re: Gilwell Neckerchief Tartan.
Oh, I love to go a-wandering... "Hey Hatcher, are we there yet?"
Peter's Neck and Ted's Back - Final resting place camp site memorial
May 23rd, 2009 Night Time -5 degrees Celcius"Walk towards the light Fluffy"
Peter enjoying his lower lumbar (lambs kill bush) support
Webm@ster Contact Information- Rusty ~ mailto:~tdavis@stoneshape.com
