….those were the days….

Lake Texoma in southern Oklahoma is full of Copperheads.  For those of y’all who have nooooo idea what I’m talking about….   Copperheads are venomous snakes that are very much like Rattle Snakes —- just without the rattle.  Talk about being on the look out for these slithery things the entire time at camp…that is until we had these two come to camp.  During the night, while we were supposed to be sleeping, these guys would be out on the camp grounds hunting Copperheads.  Which the campers then nicknamed them the Copperhead Killers.  Hehehe.  Oh the camp memories I have.  Can’t wait til’ July rolls around!!

Camp Cavett was a blast as a kiddo.  Mostly because we did everything.  For instance, hitting up tea time directly after we had been tubing at the lake was totally something we would do.  Lake hair, swim suits and crazy hair.  Getting to have tea time with one of the best friends every?  Priceless.

The cabin counselors one year…I’d be the one in the middle on the left.  Standing next to one of my long time HB’s  that I’ve known since I was  a few months old.  Let’s just say we had one of the best cabins that year.  Truly blessed to have such an amazing group of friends.

Our group did the Macarena this particular year.  If that little dance number dates me, then so be it.  They did fabulous for only having a day of practice.  However, if you look closely, you’ll see all of my old dance costumes in the background.  I’m sooooo glad we got to use these and do something fun with this great group of girls.  They had a complete blast!  Just look at those smiles!!

As you can see, the talent show guys can go a little ahem, nuts?  It’s all in great fun and definitely brings all of the kiddos to their feet cheering and clapping along to whatever is happening on the dance floor.

…and of course the counselors were jamming along with them as well.  We all had a blast and still do to this day.

It’s just bait…but I did it myself.  Shocked everyone on the boat, but I’m a true fisherwoman…I know how to do these things.

I’ve got my own fish tales, I also have the pictures to prove those so-called fish tales that y’all think I’m making up.  For instance said fish above… He’s mine.  I caught him.

Totally kissed a fish.  My lips were way chapped after that adventure.  No more fish kissing adventures in the future….unless he’s a true keeper!

Gearing up to go fishin’ one year.  I don’t think anyone loves to fish as much as I do.  Case in point, I’ve fished like nobody’s business every single year that I’ve gone to camp.  Every.  Single. One.  …and this includes the ones I’ve gone as a Counselor.

Proud of my fishy.  There are lots of “proud” moments, especially when fishing and especially when you fish with me.

This was the year Gabs and I caught 80+ Sand Bass (not kidding)…broke a fishin’ pole…got our BASS guides boat muddy because we had to get out on the shore…had a ton of fun and couldn’t keep from laughing at random things every 10 seconds….drank a million Cokes…drove a boat super fast and scared our guide half to death…. I realize we probably did much more than I’m letting on; which is probably true, but the truth is we had a blast!

Asked Gabs how big her fish was…this was the answer I got.

Enjoying the cool breeze.  Lake waves rolling in.  The almost peace and quiet.  And of course hanging out with one of the greatest friends — ever.

When the fish aren’t biting, you entertain yourself.  Case in point right above.

We definitely know how to slaughter Stripers on Texoma.  It’s great being the tallest one of the bunch sometimes.  Even when your campers are 11 years old and 4 inches taller than you are. True Story.

One of those years I decided it would be appropriate to use Sun-In.  Why I didn’t listen to my mother, I just don’t know.  This particular year, I caught the only fish on our boat.  I agree, it looks dinky, but it’s a keeper!

One of the few ice chests full of Striper my boat caught one year.  Way to go teammates!

Speaking of starting things.  Here is the first photo of the people who started Camp Cavett’s annual mud fight. Anyone look familiar to you?  Let’s just say I didn’t get the memo we were supposed to smile…and just in case you were wondering just how long it took to wash that mud/wet sand off…it took awhile.  Nonetheless, we all had a blast and if memory serves, the girls also won that mud fight too.  Way to go Girls!!