Swamp Rat has been with troop 8 since he was a sixth grader. Despite getting stuck in a swamp on his first campout (earning him his nickname), was recently able to escape the pull of the troop and Ann Arbor; traveling to Oregon to pursue his masters degree. Swampy has boldly gone where no rat has gone before: Kilimanjaro, Colorado backcountry skiing, ice climbing in the UP, and rock climbing in Nevada. Often times the troop 8 summer camp director, mention the word "Moraine" and watch him twitch.
Tim is one of our most talented young outdoorsman. A master of skiing everything from glades to moguls, he's the stalwart leader of many a Death March in Patrol D. One of the best additions to the Patrol Leader's Council in recent years, we look forward to fantastic things with Tim in the years ahead.
Earl is the Troop 8 God of weather and all things outdoors. His name is mainly invoked in prayers of supplication and frustration, as the rainstorm turns to a sleet storm and then to marble-sized hail. Just as with Abraham, Moses, and Elijah, the truly saintly outdoorsmen in the troop will occasionally be heard arguing with Earl about his determination to wreak havoc and destruction, or complaining about the ridiculous tasks and weather which have been assigned to their lot. For mere mortals and tenderfeet, we strongly suggest that you not ever attempt to argue with Earl.
I do a lot of cool things. I climb, I dabble in python, I do scouts. More importantly though, I moonlight as a large, imposing mobster. Yes, it's true. You may be thinking "But Fred, you're only 5'1", how are you large OR imposing?" And my answer to you is: Stilts! Aah silts... You can tower over your enemies, easily cut in any line, and mercilessly beat those stupid enough not to donate to your 100% legitimate business. Easy money! Another quick tip for sure-fire cash is arson!