Lord of the Flyswatter

This past weekend we took a skiff ride over to Long Island for some camping.  It was a great time with a hike over to some old WWII bunkers.  I’m not sure what the purpose of the bunker was but it sure was fun to go in and snoop around.  We found an old phone switchboard, but other than that it was just a bunch of old rooms. 

Welcome Home

Welcome Home Again

This photo was taken in complete darkness. I just hit the shutter release on the camera and shined my headlamp all over to illuminate the room.

Housing of Plane Buster

Base for the Housing

This thing was for plane busting but I don’t think it was ever used and is currently in disrepair.

On a side note a new for of corporal punishment was invented, or relived.  Apparently there are groups on the island that are responsible for monitoring the debris washing up on the shore from the Japanese tsunami.  There have been boats and docks, but we didn’t find anything that large.  Apparently there was a flyswatter warehouse or some kind of large supply of flyswatters that have washed up on the shore.  These flyswatters were used for party fowl punishment.  The way it works is sort of like a modified tooth for a tooth system. 

For example if you poke in the fire while I am roasting a mallow and you get ash on my mallow I am legally obligated to swat you, or have someone else swat you.  The place where you get swatted is up to you, but it must be bare flesh that is exposed.  Generally offenders take their swat on the back of the hand, but some may elect the stomach or buttocks.

There is much debate as to which swatting location generates the most laughter from the jury.

I was successful in not receiving any swats.