Camp Spencer was one of the best summer camp experiences I have had.  Our campsite was incredibly close to everything, so walking was really easy.  The bug count was relatively low, however, two wasps feasted on Bobby D. and Frankie R.  All of our schedules were filled, and everyone was busy.  Some guys worked on a combination of both COPE and Lost Pines, while other scouts such as myself worked on merit badges.
     My brother and I did some merit badges together, a counseler by the name of P.J. taught both the camping and mammal study merit badges.  P.J. was especially entertaining because he tried to pose as a gangster.  We all thought he was funny.
     Another popular counselor was the teacher of both Cit. in the World and Cit. in the Nation.  He went by his last name, which was Foster.  He would always make fires, even if there was hot weather.  He almost never smiled, and he had a very monotone voice.  But, he was always into joking around and commenting on many people's names.  He was a lot of fun.
     On Thursday morning, on the way to Handishop U.S.A., I saw something wriggling in the thorn bush.  I looked to see what it was, and it was a box turtle, who looked like it had berries smudged all over its mouth.  I picked it up, and Everett insisted that I bring it to the Con. Ec. lodge where previously three snakes were held.  The counselors told me to put the turtle in a watersnake cage.  By the end of the day, the turtle and one of the other snakes got free.
     One day we were able to see a snake have lunch. The counselors put a dead mouse in the tank, and saw the snake gradually devour the rodent.  Then the counselor said, "Slurp up the tail like spaghetti!"
     One night, Everett C., Mark M., and I saw Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Arc.  We had dry unbuttered popcorn, but you guys should know Mark is the coolest of the newbies.
     For those who missed camp, they missed a great deal on the candy.  I tried to give a five-minute speech on candy in my communications class, everybody laughed so hard, and one guy barfed on my shoe and daypack.  In conclusion, Camp Spencer was and will always be a memorable experience.

     ~Fletcher C.~