Collin Bishop-Karney

This is a true story that happened to me when I was in middle school. My grandpa was an Eagle Scout when he was a young man, and after his stint with the Army during the Vietnam War, he became a Scoutmaster with Troop 210. He believed in helping young boys become young men and really connect with vintage skills and nature.

This is a true story that happened to me when I was in middle school. My grandpa was an Eagle Scout when he was a young man, and after his stint with the Army during the Vietnam War, he became a Scoutmaster with Troop 210. He believed in helping young boys become young men and really connect with vintage skills and nature.

Rope tying, camping, hiking, respecting nature, and most importantly, giving back to the community were the teachings he tried to instill in everyone under his tutelage. When my grandmother died suddenly, it hit my grandpa really hard. He didn't push his kids away, but my dad, my aunt, and my uncle were all very concerned for him.

Rope tying, camping, hiking, respecting nature, and most importantly, giving back to the community were the teachings he tried to instill in everyone under his tutelage. When my grandmother died suddenly, it hit my grandpa really hard. He didn't push his kids away, but my dad, my aunt, and my uncle were all very concerned for him.

This is when my dad and stepmom convinced me to join the scouts again to spend time with him and keep an eye on how he was doing. I had participated in Cub Scouts before, and it wasn't something I enjoyed. When I quit, I had no intention of going back, but how could I argue with this? I loved my grandpa more than I hated Scouts.

This is when my dad and stepmom convinced me to join the scouts again to spend time with him and keep an eye on how he was doing. I had participated in Cub Scouts before, and it wasn't something I enjoyed. When I quit, I had no intention of going back, but how could I argue with this? I loved my grandpa more than I hated Scouts.

I won't lie, I enjoyed getting to spend that time with my grandpa, and looking back, it is something I am grateful for. every extra moment i got to spend with him is a cherished memory however there was one experience i went through that lives in the dark parts of my memory something i've had nightmares about and still to this day get queasy thinking or talking about

I won't lie, I enjoyed getting to spend that time with my grandpa, and looking back, it is something I am grateful for. every extra moment i got to spend with him is a cherished memory however there was one experience i went through that lives in the dark parts of my memory something i've had nightmares about and still to this day get queasy thinking or talking about

I know this memory as the trip to Camp Woodruff. I'd never been a fan of the idea of a summer camp. Being sent away from my family to an unfamiliar location for an entire week had always unnerved me. Call me weird, but I didn't feel like being separated from all I knew to go sleep in the woods. It took a lot of convincing to get me to join my grandpa on the Scout summer camp trip to Camp Woodruff.

I know this memory as the trip to Camp Woodruff. I'd never been a fan of the idea of a summer camp. Being sent away from my family to an unfamiliar location for an entire week had always unnerved me. Call me weird, but I didn't feel like being separated from all I knew to go sleep in the woods. It took a lot of convincing to get me to join my grandpa on the Scout summer camp trip to Camp Woodruff.

My dad and stepmom told me I had to go to make sure nothing happened to him. and my mom told me she thought it was a good idea. So it was three against one, and the guilt trip worked. I told myself he needed me, and that it wouldn't be as bad since I'd have a family member with me. I know how this part is going to sound, but the night before we left, I had terrible nightmares.

My dad and stepmom told me I had to go to make sure nothing happened to him. and my mom told me she thought it was a good idea. So it was three against one, and the guilt trip worked. I told myself he needed me, and that it wouldn't be as bad since I'd have a family member with me. I know how this part is going to sound, but the night before we left, I had terrible nightmares.

I kept having very vivid dreams of myself dying in various ways, each more gruesome than the last. The final nightmare I had that night seemed more like a warning than anything else. There was a figure cloaked in a dark cloud of mist or fog, and they kept pointing to signs hanging on trees with either the word warning or a hazard symbol depicted on them.

I kept having very vivid dreams of myself dying in various ways, each more gruesome than the last. The final nightmare I had that night seemed more like a warning than anything else. There was a figure cloaked in a dark cloud of mist or fog, and they kept pointing to signs hanging on trees with either the word warning or a hazard symbol depicted on them.

I wish I had paid attention to the dream, because over the next week, I almost died or got seriously injured four times. When we arrived at the camp, we were assigned preset tents. I found a photo online of the tents, and I'll put that here. Most of the tents had huge spiders on, or in them, and as someone with arachnophobia, it did not help me get great sleep at night.

I wish I had paid attention to the dream, because over the next week, I almost died or got seriously injured four times. When we arrived at the camp, we were assigned preset tents. I found a photo online of the tents, and I'll put that here. Most of the tents had huge spiders on, or in them, and as someone with arachnophobia, it did not help me get great sleep at night.

Luckily, I brought a sort of bug net with me, and I could hang part of it above me, like a veil, while I slept so my face was protected from the spiders, and my sleeping bag protected the rest of me. However, I was still tired from staying awake, just because the thought of spiders being around terrified me. The first event happened pretty early on in the week.

Luckily, I brought a sort of bug net with me, and I could hang part of it above me, like a veil, while I slept so my face was protected from the spiders, and my sleeping bag protected the rest of me. However, I was still tired from staying awake, just because the thought of spiders being around terrified me. The first event happened pretty early on in the week.

The day after we arrived at the scout camp, it had been raining heavily that night, and the ground was soaked. But we went on a morning hike nonetheless. As we were walking on a trail near the top of a hill, the Georgian clay dirt gave way beneath my foot closest to the edge, and I slipped.

The day after we arrived at the scout camp, it had been raining heavily that night, and the ground was soaked. But we went on a morning hike nonetheless. As we were walking on a trail near the top of a hill, the Georgian clay dirt gave way beneath my foot closest to the edge, and I slipped.