It's been over 40 years

On the right side, in back, the dude with the yellow t-shirt is me. My mother sent me a picture of an old postcard I had written from camp in 1978, in which I was a little obsessed with my rifle scores. They weren't good enough to earn recognition. The funny thing is, I think that's why I went to camp the next year. Just to get a ribbon or certificate or whatever you get for shooting a paper target with the little .22 caliber rifle. This led to me a camp counselor alumni page and it's there I found this group photo.
In the middle is a kid I was dying to be friends with, Matt Dishong I think his name was. He was an exotic creature from Arkansas, loved football, had a plastic hogs head, and said "woo, pig, sooie." Also there is Kevin Beeten. We used to camp with their family and I can remember hot dogs on a stick, 'smores, hiking boots, and tying the food up in the tree to keep it away from bears.
On close inspection I see a lot of bad haircuts, one kid with a bota bag, a lot of denim, at least one mesh shirt, and a few leather visors (the hot item in leather-working class). I'm sure it was fun.
Now that I think of it, I remember one other thing. I was unreasonably afraid of taking a shower. It was a big, wet, dimly lit room with three shower trees, a lot of yelling, snapping towels, and it just typing this makes me shudder.
No wonder I wanted to be a marksman.
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