Re: Changing Times was Scouts and Guns
Lawrence E. Faust (lfaust@ATLANTIC.NET)
Wed, 28 May 1997 15:23:53 -0400
> On my first Scout campout, our patrol shoved off from the patrol leader's
> house under the watchful eye of the wonderful lady who'd been a Den
> Mother only a year or two before. She smiled choking her emotions with a
> tear gliding down her cheek, so proud was she of her boy. We hiked about
> half a mile away from the scattering of houses that was considered a
> back then, though it probably would be viewed as rural now, and gained
> the treeline of a nearby woods. There we were eight of us on the edge of
> adventure, our parents left behind with the patrol leader in sole charge.
Ah, the good ol' days of Scouting! I remember them well. If ya' can't go
back again, ya can at least cherish the memories. Your tale brought a tear
to my eye as I had a few similar Scouting experiences in the '60's. I have
fond memories of camping in our den mother's backyard as a Cub, and
"survival" camping in the depths of the Everglades as a Scout. Both
activities would be promptly prohibited by the local Council were they to
happen in today's BSA.
More's the pity....
Good old fashioned Scouting is a way of life,
Cub Scout Pack 303
Gulf Ridge Council
(visit us at http://rio.atlantic.net/~lfaust/pack303/index.html)
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