brown bear lucks out and gets a smaller bow. which could later explain why he gets two bulls-eyes and i get zero. that is my story and i'm sticking to it.
there is a long line of boards and, as you can see, plenty of arrows land in the dirt. i am so glad i was not an indian. i would have starved to death.
the older boys, the webelos, get more arrows and more turns. they have a few years behind them now and are not a menace to society with a bow and arrow in their hand.
...although that did not stop brown bear. he shot like a hungry man aiming at a charging bull.
and that is why he got the coveted mark of the expert marksman. there were fist bumps and high-fives among the kids, whether they knew each other or not, who hit their target.
next was something i'm more comfortable with, having been born and bred in texas. guns. or rather, bb's. this is most everyone's favorite station at scout camp. the boys have four days of shooting where they load their own gun, cock it, learn about gun safety, and fire. and not necessarily in that order.
a few of these little dudes have a lot to learn about gun safety. because while they are reloading they will aim the gun up, down, and all around. or they will aim at the wrong target. much like dick cheney.
there were frequent rehydration breaks for water, gatorade, or snow cones.
there was the making of slime. always a big hit, since it looks like jello but is similar to something you might pull from your nose. i wanted no part of this. our slime has since "disappeared."
the webelos (the older boys) ("we'll be loyal scouts") spent time each day building their own rocket. i was surprised at how professional they all looked. and inside each one is a tiny parachute that will shoot out once it is fired into the atmosphere.
this is my older son's rocket on the launchpad. he got to launch it twice. it was most awesome.
to infinity . . . and beyond!
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