I'm also very happy to see all the passionate posts about scouting. I'm an eagle scout myself, and my troop greatly influenced my outlook on life. One of the things I'm proudest of is my patrol, I was elected patrol leader of the group of guys I was with in Webelos, and we all stayed together till we were the senior patrol of the troop, every one made eagle scout, I came back from prep school (boarding high school) twice just to be color guard for their courts of honor : )
One thing we always did was camped once a month, sometimes twice, through the whole year. Never knew how the adults that lead us got the time off from their lives to do it, but they did a fantastic job, I thank them for it.
We were the troop 24 Pioneers, and we prided ourselves that we were *outdoorsmen* unlike the prissy parade marching, patch sewing on, prissy other troop in our town, Troop 73, the 'feather merchants' LOL
The best thing about the troop was camping, and our adult leaders could be evil about it, If we forgot our partol saw for instance, the response was, 'hmnnn, that's going to make it hard to cut wood, and rather difficult to cook food, you may want to start reading the fieldbook there was something in there about a star fire' we learned.
And if we couldn't be spurred by our own stupidity, sometimes we were given incentives. Our leaders reagularly came at the begining of a campout and repossessed important pieces of equiptment. Tents, saws. Once they took all our knives, the thing I most remember is when they took all of our cooking pots, we were cooking on stick spits, steaming veges with wet leaves, etc.. all weekend. The idea was never rely on one piece of equiptment.
So we were always having to build shelters, improvise cooking, burn through logs to get firewood, etc...
BTW If you can get ahold of an old scout fieldbook at a used bookstore, grab it, I still think it is the best single volume survival manual in exsistance.
Best,
Todd
(edegedance)