Sunday morning at Camp Worthington and all was calm. Suddenly, hoof beats and breaking branches announced the swift departure of deer, bears and other creatures; birds abandoned their nests. A small crowd of Palmtoppers gathered, hushed and respectful. He stepped up to the firing line, peered at the target with his laser gaze and, taking careful aim, hit it - every time!

In honor of our multi-talented Palmtopper, Stan, we present: Dead-Eye Dobrowski (aka The Catoctin Kid)