Stories From a Scoutmaster
By Mr. B. - Cape Cod
You will enjoy these
tales from a member of our Scouting Community here on the SCOUTER NetCompass. Mr. B is a
former Scout who became an ASM shortly after graduation. He says, " They recruited me
with the old 'It's only one hour a week and one weekend a month routine.' Although I have
friends outside of Scoutng, where else can you have most of your friends and your family
together. It's like a continuously growing family reunion. My Scouting family has always
been there for me when I've needed them. I will always remember that. I have made it very
clear how much I value them." Now the Scoutmaster of his troop, his Scouting IS a
family affair as he has three sons who are Boy Scouts and his wife is a Troop ASM. Now,
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Selection from the PEOPLE WHO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN SCOUTING Series
By Mr. B.-Cape Cod
This is another
"True Scout" story that only the older boys remember actually happened. They are
sworn to secrecy and only tell it on occasion at a campfire. However, I'll let you in on
the secret - then, the story.
When I was
a young ASM, I had the honor of working with one of the best Leaders I've ever met.
Because he is the shy type, I'll only identify him as "Mr. G." After moving to
Cape Cod, I only saw Mr. G. once in awhile. He and his wife were very dedicated to each
other, their family, and to us as well. Mrs. G. took sick and later passed away. Mr. G.
had retired from Scouting to take care of her in her last days.
death, I called him one day and in the course of our conversation, found that he seemed
depressed. I decided it was time to repay him for everything that he had done for me. I
told Mr. G. of the Scouts upcoming campout and invited him to stop down for supper.
Without hesitation, he informed me that while he could not camp out as he used to, he
would love to stop by for dinner. When told we were having foil dinners, he said that he
would "bring his own." We made arrangements to meet in the parking lot at a set
time so I could show him down to the camp site.
telling why, that evening, as the Scouts were getting the coals hot, I left and met Mr. G.
He asked me to go along with his plan to have a good time with the boys. Knowing his sense
of humor, and his ability to spin yarns, I agreed. I returned to the site by a different
path. Just as I sat down with the boys to watch our dinners cook, along came Mr. G.
some time ago, we were camping out in the Crossroads site at Camp Greenough. Just as we
were putting supper on the coals, a tall, thin man in an old Scout uniform, beat up hat,
walking stick, and a long coat came into our site. He asked if he could sit down by the
fire "to warm my bones." We agreed.
Then , he
asked if he could have dinner with us. The boys offered him our extra foil dinner. The man
said, "No. I brought my own". He reached into his long coat and pulled out a
steak wrapped in foil and tossed into the fire. Then, he pulled out a potato and an ear of
corn, both wrapped in foil. The boys were amazed that someone would be walking around with
food in their pockets.
poking the food with his walking stick, he began to tell stories of Scouting days gone by.
As he pulled a plate, cup and silverware out of another pocket, he told of all the places
that he had gone with them. He talked about hikes in the mountains, canoe trips, Summer
Camps, friendships, and all sorts of adventures. The boys invited him to stay for our
campfire, but he said it was time to move on. He thanked us all for a wonderful dinner and
left the site as quiet as a ghost. The Scouts never found out who he was. He told us
nothing except that he was an old Scout looking for