My kids love to hear the Farmers, Indians and Pioneers stories. It feels just like yesterday. How in the world did Bill get away with things like dragging us behind the JC car with a rope through the mud and putting a slide down the dam that jumped the road and threw people 10+ feet in the air to land on hay bales? What about when Bill had everyone believing that two escapees from the Carolina State Pen were coming (and then did come) towards camp. Remember when Bill had the whole camp tramping through the woods with sticks and old cans, trying to make enough racket to scare the panthers away? Deerwoode was a dream that too few people ever got to live… and is probably an impossibility today – because of lawyer and insurance companies. It was a significant part of my youth that I looked forward to from the moment camp was over each year.