The Good Tent
Several years ago as I was packing for the upcoming RATASS. I had located all my fishing gear (this was when I still fished). My ice chests were filled with several cases of beer (this was when I still drank). I had my bedding and air mattresses packed, my cooking gear loaded along with my lawn chair. Last but not least, I retrieved my tent from my storage shed. Alas, the rats (not to be confused with the RAT's) had taken a liking to it. The little buggers had chewed holes all in it. I rolled it out and realized that there was no way it would be ok. I ended up having to buy a new one. I did however put the tent back in the box and threw it in the truck. I thought that surely we could find something to do with it. We might have a ceremony and burn it or come up with some other way to honor the death of the "old soldier". What we decided to do was leave it sitting in its box on the picnic table when we left. We enclosed a note stating "We sure wish we could be here to see the joy in your eyes when you find this "goooood tent". We thought it a great prank.
Tom "Catfish the Younger" Hooper