Cow patty fights

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I thought I had blogged this before but I can't find the blog, so I cannot be lazy and just post the link. Anyway this has to do with a rafting trip that my family went on in the early 90's. The entire family was going to go, but my brother Alan's boss decided to be a real jerk and not let him, after he had already given him permission. So my parents went. My sister Wendy and her husband Scott went. Richard and I went. My brother Dale went (with Gena, I think). Normally this particular trip, in the Kings river, would have been sold out. There was this electric company from Chula Vista that usually bought the entire trip out, but for whatever reason there was room this year. Richard and I missed this because we spent the night in Bakersfield, but apparently they showed up around 2 AM in a bus. They proceeded to bring out the electrical equipment and light up the night so that they could set up their tents. Then they unloaded their luggage from one luggage compartment and their booze from the other. We're pretty sure that the women who got off the buses with them were not their wives. The next day there were water fights all up and down the river, mostly between the electric group, but pretty much nobody was safe. We were on our lunch break and one of the guys asked if he could take my picture. After he did, Richard pointed out to me that the camera was definitely NOT pointed at my face. I suspect that picture went into one of their albums immortalizing the trip. My brother had a look at the albums from previous years and those albums were more about the women and less about the rafting. Anyway on day two it got ugly. One of the guys had gotten pretty wet the day before in a water fight and he decided to up the ante. We were in cow country and he pulled his canoe over to the side of the river and picked up a few cow patties. He dropped one in his bucket and used the oar to get it good and mixed in with the water and then his boat took off after their other boat. The bucket was tossed at the other boat, I heard some pretty loud cussing and last I saw of those guys, they were chasing each other down river hollering curses. Ever been in a cow patty fight?