Day 5 - morning at Meadow Camp, which will hereinafter be known as "No Bastard" camp.  When I couldn't find the stove bags, I raised a ruckus, "Where's the stove bags? Who's the bastard that took the stove bags".  When I found them in my own pile of stuff, I exclaimed, "No Bastard".

To this day on one of our campouts, whenever someone finds that he made a wrong assumption or finds something he was looking for, he says "No Bastard".