Crazy Camper: Post 4

Some times you come across a noise that will stock the world. This is not one of those game changing sounds. In our camping group there is noise that echoes through the trees of the woods and causes camp rangers to go insane. It is known as the "pterradacle", much like the name of the dinosaur, a pterodactyl. Although when 4 drunk men make up the name at 2:00 am it becomes much more slurred.

First to explain to you on how one creates this noise. By cupping your hands over your mouth to funnel the noise, you begin to breath in heavily. Then with all that you have, you put a sharp screech in your voice and release a sound that could be comparable to a gorilla with a garbage disposal for vocal chords.

I  am sure you are wondering how this awful sound came to be, and to be honest the answer is simple. Give four men a 40 pack of beer and let the childish games begin. The first time this noise was introduce was the summer of 2006. It was late at night and the camp ground was as quiet as mouse. Our group had already been warned by the camp staff that it was quiet hour and we had to keep it down. This didn't comprehend well in the minds of the under the influenced adults. One of the dads named Don had a voice equivalent to a rock being thrown down a metal tube. His volume was always on level 10. After he was told to keep it down, he waited ten minutes or so, chugged his beer and cracked open the birth of the "pterradacle" which echoed the camp ground stirring all the birds fom the trees. The staff rushed over and were steaming from the ears, threatening to kick us out from the park. Luckily this screech had also awaken the mothers and the set manners straight sending all the children and "kids" to bed.

This was not the last of the "pterradacle" by any means though. It had instantly become a group favorite an was repeated many times after. The best time was during a bet placed around the camp ground in 2009. One of the boys named Ash was on his 6th hotdog and was cooling down with a packed stomach.  Everyone was trying to get him to keep going to reach more, finally Don had said that if Ash ate 10 hotdogs with the bun he would run through the woods naked and call out the "pterradacle". The camp ground was already on curfew hour so this would cause a big uproar. Ash knew this was something that had to be achieved. So with all of our encouragement behind him we helped to stuff him like a mounted deer and push down the 10th hotdog. At this point Don didn't think itd was going to happen but realizing a bet was a bet, h made his way towards the woods. Moments later, with a silent campground behind us we heard the sounds of the "pterradacle". The greatest thing we had ever heard in camp history. This of course stirred  up the hopeful to catch us staff. But this time we had got away. To this day we still say that the soul of the "pterradacle" lives in the forest of Higgins Lake State Park and to this day, there it rest.