Am always interested in new perspectives and am a big fan of EFAD. Lest y’all think however that despite my guns and survivalism (this what we called it back in the 80s) I take myself too seriously, I must confess, proudly, that I and my ninja-obsessed brother perfected variations on all of these techniques, and many more, sans night-vision gear but avec tabi-boots, snorkels, Cooey .22 rifles, “110” photographic equipment and home-made compound-bow launched incendiaries, in some of the most devastatingly, radically, totally insane all night panty raids a certain girls-camp ever saw.
I had a similar experience just about 40 years ago.
I was on the staff of a very large Summer Retreat. There was around 400 Summer Staffers, nearly all college students. There was a boys camp within half a mile from us. Now this boys camp hired almost nothing but college athletes as counselors. One Summer they had two guys who played on a national championship basketball team.
We also had a lot of good athletes and we had a rivalry with them which got pretty heated at times. They beat us pretty bad each time we played basketball. Not surprising since they probably could have beaten 90% of all major colleges.
In softball it was more even. The first game of the Summer we beat them, just barely. In the second game they had an umpire who was openly and blatantly cheating for them. It was so obvious that I thought they should have replaced him but instead they seemed to think it was funny. Of course we lost.
Later that night, I and another one of our players sneaked over to their camp. They had a beautiful totem pole right at the entrance. Well that was just too much for us to ignore. We sawed it down and very nearly got caught. They heard it break and next thing we knew there were cars driving around looking for us.
I might mention that we had around 300 girls on our staff and they might have had two or three working in the kitchen etc. For that reason they liked to hang around our campus and just naturally we didn’t appreciate it.