Kittan Lodge 2013 Jamboree Trader Set S25 X13 & X14

I previously posted a sample of the artwork for the 2013 Jamboree set from Kittan Lodge #364. The flap contains the totems of the predecessor lodge, while the chevron contains a zip-line through the Summit site and the current lodge totem taking advantage of the high adventure opportunities. There are two sets with different border colors available.

The trader set has a maroon border. The porcupine-shaped dangle is the same in both sets.

Kittan Lodge 2013 Jamboree Trader Set S25  X13 & X14

Kittan Lodge 2013 Jamboree Trader Set S25 X13 & X14

The stats for this set are:
S25 MAR R LBL BLK LBL FDL; RED WWW, BLK Outlined Wht 2013 National Jamboree w/X13,X14
X13 MAR R LBL YEL YEL FDL; BLK 2013 National Jamboree w/S25, X15
X14 M/C C BRN – – Porcupine-shaped Dangle w/S25 & X13 Trader & Delegate S26 & 15


“In questions of power, then, let no more be heard of confidence in man, but bind him down from mischief by the chains of the Constitution.” –Thomas Jefferson


Memorial Day 2013

Remember the fallen not just on Memorial Day because freedom is not free.

The Sheepdogs by Russ Vaughn

Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothing more than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise their young,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
On verdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naught to flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is no threat; there is no need.
To the flock, sheepdog’s are mysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of the carnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst our docile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They have no use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight
We have no need of their fierce might.
But sudden in their midst a beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast
The wolves attack; they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning
They slash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Who had no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Eastern lair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”
Thus is our nature but too our plight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life of illusive bliss
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Until he has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Not until he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs of War
Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath
Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66