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2006 Event Photos

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Modesto

Nevada City

Duncans Mills

Casa de Fruta

Drill, drill, and drill! That was the game for the Casa event. The officers love it, because they get to stand around and "supervise."

Suddenly a monstrously farby hat barged into the scene, interrupting the tranquil military tableaux.

"Hey, did you see that show last night where they were wearing velcro suits and jupming against walls?" "Yeah, I'm going to have that kind of stunt at my next party."

One day, the good 1st Sgt will sit Bryce upon his whithered knee and tell him about the days when he was a happy guidon carrier.

Ray was so delighted to welcome David back from the sandpits that he began to grow lovely locks of curly golden hair. We cut it off and traded it for ammunition later.

The orange cone trick didn't work. The good Major only attracted the attention of a gawking yokel with a matching cup.

Steve and David posing with bottles. Perfect.

This is our camp. Please tell me I'm not the only one who sees a BIG problem here??
Handsome prize for whoever guesses it first!
(something about being free from the 1st Sgt's wrath...)

The brigade brass seems excessively diverted by something in the ranks. Ooooooh, what is it... maybe they spot a wristwatch...

AAAK! There it is again!!!

Aww, look at the little brigade staff, hiding in the big dark woods from the big bad hat!

A truely EPIC stand-off between Big Andy and Rumplestiltzkin. Everyone else had wisely got the heck out of there long before ("no, it's ok, YOU can get him").

Farb hunting in Confederate camp was unfortunately too easy. The 1st Sgt seems quite delighted with the flag topper thing. Look closely!

Roaring Camp

Cutest. Picture. Ever. Bob and Angus and some adorable little school boys: "Mom, this is the coolest field trip! They let me kill my own hat!"

More detail of the shloosh-making procedure that YOU wanted to see...

Gosh guys, why does breakfast have to be so solemn...

Cannon! Oh, see! See the happy!

Happy!

No... That's not gay at all...

Mmmm nyub nybu nyub, please don't shoot

Since the 1st Sgt is a camera whog, he didn't get in the thumbnail ON PURPOSE, even with the impish grin.

This is a spoof on a famous picture.

After the trauma of helping the little school boys kill hats, Angus hit our beer supply. There was no party Saturday night *sobs*

Don't ask, don't tell! This is the New Model Army, after all...

Even today, Steve and David have a collection of bottles full of the souls of the poor sods who signed up for "provost."

When it comes to flags, sometimes you have to make your own wind

Gibson Ranch

The gallent few 79th members boldy stride where no circus clown as ever stridden (strod? strudded? stridded?) before.

And while the field music sounded good (man I love that), I realy dig the 2x pairs of sunglasses... Hold on, this pic needs some bling

*wracking brain for caption" Uh... shiny happy people... being authentic

Our provosts found and took captive a spying rebel flag, foolishly trying to insert it's propagandistic (word? huh?) ways into the field music concert. Pah!

I think this is some kind of family portrait, right? Right? Oh, just farb? Ok.

Ho yez - 1858 period baseball? That's some seriod bling baby