VorpelSword
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I was a Scout Master for a while in the early to mid 1990s. We did an in-town campout one weekend to break in some new and very young Scouts. One was the youngest of a previous Scout Master of that Troop. They were doing something like fire building, and he asked to borrow my knife. I pulled out a nice lightly used SAK with a few tool;s on it (Model forgotten). Other things were going on and I didn't think of the knife till the early evening.
He didn't have it on him (first red flag-ignored) and rummaged in his bag. Not there. "Its in my tent I guess." (Second red flag-also ignored). In the morning everyone was rigging down and packing up. I went over and insisted on my knife. He turned everything inside out and upside down as I stood there. His dad came over and got a little insistent with him too. I could see that that knife was somehow just unfindable. From previous experience I knew that this kids father might use this as an extreme" teaching moment" and didn't want that. So I brushed it off saying I would look in the grass for it after the camp was packed up.
Of course, I never found the knife and the kid never found it either. Five or six years later, I was presenting him with an Eagle Medal and there were speeches and so on. In front of everyone I gave him a bigger SAK with the BSA logo on it and one locking blade and one other tool. . .a man's knife so to speak. And this is how I "got him back", In presenting it, I retold the whole story. And I had the blade engraved with his name and the occasion. I knew his mom too, and knew that she would enshrine it in the china closet, and he'd never get to use it!
He didn't have it on him (first red flag-ignored) and rummaged in his bag. Not there. "Its in my tent I guess." (Second red flag-also ignored). In the morning everyone was rigging down and packing up. I went over and insisted on my knife. He turned everything inside out and upside down as I stood there. His dad came over and got a little insistent with him too. I could see that that knife was somehow just unfindable. From previous experience I knew that this kids father might use this as an extreme" teaching moment" and didn't want that. So I brushed it off saying I would look in the grass for it after the camp was packed up.
Of course, I never found the knife and the kid never found it either. Five or six years later, I was presenting him with an Eagle Medal and there were speeches and so on. In front of everyone I gave him a bigger SAK with the BSA logo on it and one locking blade and one other tool. . .a man's knife so to speak. And this is how I "got him back", In presenting it, I retold the whole story. And I had the blade engraved with his name and the occasion. I knew his mom too, and knew that she would enshrine it in the china closet, and he'd never get to use it!