Have you ever met a professional scouter?
This is one hard-core group of men who take their jobs at scout camp very seriously. They run a pretty tight ship. They are in favor of sharp commands and crisp salutes.
They will definitely yell when necessary.
They are very pro-NRA and did not stop short of recruiting me and my absent husband to sign ourselves right up.
They do not like you to refer to a BB gun as a weapon. It is a firearm, thankyouverymuch. [Won't make that mistake again. No, siree.]
And they are unaware that they are not actually generals in the Army. Believe me when I tell you, I so wanted to be the person to tell them.
But I didn't. I behaved and followed the rules.
I asked for permission to enter the range (where we shot beans from sling shots). I wore my large, ugly protective eye wear to prevent any stray beans from causing me blindness. I was absolutely still and silent during the BB gun shooting so as not to distract the cub scout shooters who were engaging their
wimpy powerful firearms.
Yes, because when holding a firearm, all an eight-year-old boy really wants to focus on is his mother. Not the fact that he has an actual gun in his hands that he has been given permission to use.
Whatever.And I even stood a safe distance outside of the live missile zone in the archery area. Unlike Mr. Scouting General, Sir! that you see in the background here:
But the boys? Best week of their lives (their words, not mine). All of the guys in our group had a good time. No one died on my watch. No one shot their eye out. No one was kicked out or had their firearm taken away.
And no one joined the NRA that I am aware of.
I'd say that makes it a roaring success. Hoo-rah!