So far, I have battled mosquitos, hornets, snakes, raccoons, squirrels the size of possums, and unruly Scouts. Just makin' memories!
We laugh every time we go! One of the funniest...this one Scout, for five miles (a requirement) did nothing but complain about how bad his feet hurt, his shins hurt, his legs hurt, his back hurt...of course the entire time, he was right by my side. I guess as the Scoutmaster, the other leaders ditched him off on me. For five miles, this scout let me know about every rock in his boots, how heavy his pack was...well, you get the point.
Finally...mercifully, we crest the hill back to camp...and right there in the middle of a beautiful meadow was a cub scout pack. And in the air, backlit by the sun, like a dove sent from heaven, someone had thrown a perfect spiral of a football! WELL! This scout took off at a dead run! Knocking down cub scouts, pushing leaders out of the way, and launched into a diving catch that even Lynn Swann would have been impressed with. He makes the catch, jumps up and spikes the ball and proceeds to do an endzone dance!
Now, I know that Scouts are not supposed to curse, but I will admit that I was NOT a happy camper at that moment!
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