Re: Scout letter to Mom: reprise
Dan O'Canna (ocanna@ALPHA.CAER.UKY.EDU)
Fri, 11 Sep 1998 10:10:02 -0400
OK, one more trip down memory lane.
In 1974, long before I ever thought about being a Scout Leader and long
after my few months membership as a Scout, I made my first attempt at a
backpacking trip. Woefully under prepared a friend and I lit out to spend
the night in a nearby wilderness area. Our tale of tyro camping has sent
many into helpless laughter, but that is a different tale. On to the
Scouting part of the story.
After drying ourselves out for the better part of the next morning we
decided to take a driving tour of the area. Nature's beaty was all
around in one of the most loveley areas in the state. As we rounded a blind
curve three boys charged out of the woods and all but threw themselves
in front of our car in an effort to flag us down.
They were wide-eyed, and obviously lost and frightened. They entreated us to
help them find their way back to their troop.
We cruised the back roads for over an hour untill we found a bus and VW
Beetle the boys recognized. We envisioned ourselves as heros, delivering
the poor lost Scouts to the arms of their worried Scoutmaster. Who,
by the way, was busy changing a flat on the VW.
As we approached we could see that the jack he was using was worn and after
raising the car for a couple of strokes it would slip and the car would
settle back the few inches it had just risen. Stroke, stroke, slip. Stroke,
Having done a good turn for the troop and since the dinner hour was fast
approaching we felt surely that we would be treated to a fine Scout prepared
meal as repayment for our efforts. Cheerfully we announced to the SM,
"Well, we found your lost Scouts." He said not a word and contined to work
the jack. Stroke, stroke, slip. Stroke, stroke, slip.
Without turning his head he said, "You know how there is one in every
crowd? Well, those three are the ones." Stroke, stroke, slip. Stroke,
We withdrew. As we drove slowly away I looked in my rearview mirror and
saw in the dimming evening light the sun sinking toward the horizon, the bus,
the VW, and the SM still working the jack. Stroke, stroke, slip. Stroke,
Yours in the spirit of Scouting,
Dan O'Canna Lexington, Kentucky
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City