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CFT 2012 - Con Report
13 years ago
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Well, another CFT is over... finally! Well, I can't really say I didn't enjoy cooking for all you fuzzies at CFT but really, I’m just glad to be able to sit down and not think about volumes and weights of food for a while. :3
A lot of you have wanted to know about several minor events that went on at CFT and maybe one or two that was only experienced by a small crew after the attendees left.
Overall, the food went without a hitch! Everything seemed to work. We'll most things. I did have a bit of an oops with the veggie matter. For some reason I lost about 15lbs of veggie matter in storage. I also had a half gallon of heavy whipping cream disappear. Very annoyed :V Everyone seemed to have plenty to eat and loved most of it!
Now on to the excitement.
On Friday night there was a call for a medical transport to the Bend hospital. Nothing major, the attendee needed to be checked out and returned several hours later. Some of the things were improvised, but we've got it under control for next year.
Saturday there was a report of vehicles being rumaged through and items missing. Next year we intend to set up cameras in the kitchen and in the parking lot to help with security at night. :3 Also, FUCKING LOCK YOUR CAR DOORS! :3
On Sunday afternoon several law enforcement vehicles came tumbling into the campground. Apparently our wubs could be heard a long way away (6miles [new cft record!]). The complaint had been sent by someone describing us as a Rainbow Gathering (a generally gay, destructive group of squatters known for destroying campgrounds and setting uncontrolled camp fires) of 300 individuals strong. Law enforcement came rolling into camp with six vehicles blocking roadways. Our director showed up with papers verifying we had permission for the event and the enforcement left laughing to themselves and us laughing at them for not checking with the ranger first. :P We were issued a 'notice' to keep it quite while one of our campers was cited for driving a vehicle beyond the edge of camp into federal reserve land. Oops. Campers, we love you for raising enough money to cover that for him :3 Awesome job, duders!
On Sunday evening after the law enforcement vehicles left, we promptly got blasted with a heavy gust of wind. We had several furs immediately check weather radar and NOAA to confirm that a major thunderstorm 8 miles wide was headed directly towards us. In a mad rush about a quarter of the campers pulled out and took off while the rest began digging trenches around tents and nailing everything down that could move. At about 6pm the sky was on fire with the sparks and thuds of lightning and thunder but strangely not ever getting closer. The cell had split and passed around camp in a 5mi wide opening then remerged by about 6:30. If God hated furries, he had a perfect chance to get rid of a lot of us at once. But, nope! Instead by 7pm he peed on us... maybe two thirds of an inch of rain in about 90 mins.
Sunday night, an escalating verbal altercation prompted staff to call "ALL STAFF" to Green Camp ASAP. For me standing in Blue Camp with one of the camp hosts, we were about a half mile from the incident; I bolted off at top speed. I personally didn’t know I had any cheetah in me! I probably would have beaten an Olympian in my sprint across uneven ground. I’d say probably a minute for just about a third of a mile... till I tripped XD tumbled forward and ended up sitting the other direction while waving the rest of the staff on. No injuries on my part just bruised pride and annoyed at a rock the size of a tennisball. The altercation was quashed.
Monday was general attendee pullout day, leaving only a third of the core staff and a of volunteers to disassemble CFT. Monday night was a good practice in Search and Rescue. A camper rolled up to the Mess Hall shouting “there are people screaming for help.” We immediately set up a search party sending people towards the river in 15deg lines from the kitchen in search of the screamers. Once they were located, an all call was sent out to retreat to the Mess Hall. The two non-CFT people identified themselves as having taken mushrooms with a third person named Travis as their clean buddy. While I was coordinating the search and retreat over the radios I was calling Emergency Services and coordinating lighting and road flares to identify the campground. Once the law enforcement arrived, we set up a system of check-ins and approaches to ensure that Travis didn’t slip into the small group. While Law Enforcement kind of did their job, we went back about our business and cooked sausages over the fire pit. Overall, being Coordinator and Communications Center for Search and Rescue isn’t new to me, but I had just downed like four ounces of vodka when the incident started. Man I was sober in like 20 seconds flat. Overall, this is something we should really prepare for anyway. However, we did spend about 5 hours working with law enforcement in order to calm down the shroomers and to locate unsuccessfully the third Travis. As precautions, we clustered camps to make sure we were in numbers that could destroy this Travis if necessary. :3 So, if you see someone from CFT2012 saying “Fuck Travis” you now know why.
While the situations are true, the dates and times might not be accurate. Those directly involved have not been named to protect their identities. However, we will always say “Fuck Travis!”
Now, we get to do it again next year! See ya in 12 months CFT!
A lot of you have wanted to know about several minor events that went on at CFT and maybe one or two that was only experienced by a small crew after the attendees left.
Overall, the food went without a hitch! Everything seemed to work. We'll most things. I did have a bit of an oops with the veggie matter. For some reason I lost about 15lbs of veggie matter in storage. I also had a half gallon of heavy whipping cream disappear. Very annoyed :V Everyone seemed to have plenty to eat and loved most of it!
Now on to the excitement.
On Friday night there was a call for a medical transport to the Bend hospital. Nothing major, the attendee needed to be checked out and returned several hours later. Some of the things were improvised, but we've got it under control for next year.
Saturday there was a report of vehicles being rumaged through and items missing. Next year we intend to set up cameras in the kitchen and in the parking lot to help with security at night. :3 Also, FUCKING LOCK YOUR CAR DOORS! :3
On Sunday afternoon several law enforcement vehicles came tumbling into the campground. Apparently our wubs could be heard a long way away (6miles [new cft record!]). The complaint had been sent by someone describing us as a Rainbow Gathering (a generally gay, destructive group of squatters known for destroying campgrounds and setting uncontrolled camp fires) of 300 individuals strong. Law enforcement came rolling into camp with six vehicles blocking roadways. Our director showed up with papers verifying we had permission for the event and the enforcement left laughing to themselves and us laughing at them for not checking with the ranger first. :P We were issued a 'notice' to keep it quite while one of our campers was cited for driving a vehicle beyond the edge of camp into federal reserve land. Oops. Campers, we love you for raising enough money to cover that for him :3 Awesome job, duders!
On Sunday evening after the law enforcement vehicles left, we promptly got blasted with a heavy gust of wind. We had several furs immediately check weather radar and NOAA to confirm that a major thunderstorm 8 miles wide was headed directly towards us. In a mad rush about a quarter of the campers pulled out and took off while the rest began digging trenches around tents and nailing everything down that could move. At about 6pm the sky was on fire with the sparks and thuds of lightning and thunder but strangely not ever getting closer. The cell had split and passed around camp in a 5mi wide opening then remerged by about 6:30. If God hated furries, he had a perfect chance to get rid of a lot of us at once. But, nope! Instead by 7pm he peed on us... maybe two thirds of an inch of rain in about 90 mins.
Sunday night, an escalating verbal altercation prompted staff to call "ALL STAFF" to Green Camp ASAP. For me standing in Blue Camp with one of the camp hosts, we were about a half mile from the incident; I bolted off at top speed. I personally didn’t know I had any cheetah in me! I probably would have beaten an Olympian in my sprint across uneven ground. I’d say probably a minute for just about a third of a mile... till I tripped XD tumbled forward and ended up sitting the other direction while waving the rest of the staff on. No injuries on my part just bruised pride and annoyed at a rock the size of a tennisball. The altercation was quashed.
Monday was general attendee pullout day, leaving only a third of the core staff and a of volunteers to disassemble CFT. Monday night was a good practice in Search and Rescue. A camper rolled up to the Mess Hall shouting “there are people screaming for help.” We immediately set up a search party sending people towards the river in 15deg lines from the kitchen in search of the screamers. Once they were located, an all call was sent out to retreat to the Mess Hall. The two non-CFT people identified themselves as having taken mushrooms with a third person named Travis as their clean buddy. While I was coordinating the search and retreat over the radios I was calling Emergency Services and coordinating lighting and road flares to identify the campground. Once the law enforcement arrived, we set up a system of check-ins and approaches to ensure that Travis didn’t slip into the small group. While Law Enforcement kind of did their job, we went back about our business and cooked sausages over the fire pit. Overall, being Coordinator and Communications Center for Search and Rescue isn’t new to me, but I had just downed like four ounces of vodka when the incident started. Man I was sober in like 20 seconds flat. Overall, this is something we should really prepare for anyway. However, we did spend about 5 hours working with law enforcement in order to calm down the shroomers and to locate unsuccessfully the third Travis. As precautions, we clustered camps to make sure we were in numbers that could destroy this Travis if necessary. :3 So, if you see someone from CFT2012 saying “Fuck Travis” you now know why.
While the situations are true, the dates and times might not be accurate. Those directly involved have not been named to protect their identities. However, we will always say “Fuck Travis!”
Now, we get to do it again next year! See ya in 12 months CFT!
You also forgot to mention people getting stuff stolen out of their car(s). :P Were the cars locked at all?
the stuff stolen out of the cars was because the doors were unlocked. No vehicle damage was done. Furries being too trusting with other furries... yeah... next year theft countermeasures will be taken :3
I hope to be there in 2013!
Good times...
Remember that time at furry camp?
it turns out they're just like regular hippies only more dirty and more sexist :(
they can have the rainbow symbol tho. rainbows are totes uggs.