July 4th in our camp is a multi-sensory, muti-faceted experience. We feature a grand old flag - a high-flying (Pink Flamingo) flag - fluttering proudly in the breeze. We got duck calls, owl hooters, and various other whistling paraphernalia in full throat. In some years we sport pink flamingo buoys, whirlagigs, & streamers. To appeal to taste buds, Old Salt once prepared a party-sized batch of pink flamingo fish stew. Also, celebratory libations abound, numerous toasts being offered to commemorate the occasion. And, when Denton Doc cranks up with his rendition of the national anthem, a veritable chorus of wolves & coyotes chime in and the entire experience approaches a crescendo of wilderness sensory glory.
Yeah, DD has that knack for really stirring them up. He could easily hire out with those Forest Service groups that go about counting critters & such.
Some year we aspire to cap off the spectacle and our wanton festivities with Phantom Jug accompanying DD on his bagpipes while the rest of us march about in circles around camp, wrapped in tattered bandages playing our fifes, drums and flutes. Alas...someday. We can but hope....
So that's a brief summary of July 4th in our camp... which is just a mere shadow of how we
truly let loose on Canada Day a few days earlier....
Jimbo
P.S. In all seriousness, if you haven't heard DD sing or PJ play the pipes, you're really missing out. And OS's Pink Flamingo Stew, well...it's mana from heaven going down (and does wonders for any constipation issues you might be experiencing on its way out); keep the latrine area within easy walking distance.
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