One of my club members got jumped by the bean counters at the annual rendezvous at Ft. De Chartres, in S. Illinois, many years ago, and told there was something wrong with something he brough to camp. Don knew the guy was wrong, and deeply resented his arrogance, but Don had not thought to pack his books and reference materials with him, since it was his first trip there. That Fall, at Friendship, Don went and camped in the primitive area, and sure enough, the bean counter was there. Don was ready for him, and called him out at one of the evening gatherings and embarrassed the guy in front of everyone, since that is how he chose to deal with Don earlier. The lessons learned there were brought back to your club, and we educated a lot of members on what they might lose points on if they participated in one of these Seneca Runs with the wrong things in their bags. The first time we held an event with the strict rules invoked, there was much wailing and complaining about the rules being enforced, even thos it was announced in the club newsletter that went out to every one, and in a separate flyer that was sent out to past attendees. My team did not lose any points, because we paid attention to the letter of the rules, and checked each other's gear before we began the event. That was the beginning for me to get rid of a lot of stuff I had been toting around in that bag that I never used. Its amazing how much less that bag will weigh when you get rid of the junk.
When life serves up lemons, make lemonade.