First Time at Boy Scout Camp (Part II)

Part II (Continued from Part I)

The first night, we had to eat several saltine crackers with peanut butter on top and then whistle within a given time-frame.  Well, it’s impossible to whistle after eating saltines and peanut butter, all you end up doing is spitting crumbs out.  As a result, we did our push-ups.      

The next evening, they had us stand facing each other a few feet apart.  They gave us a raw egg and told us to toss it back in forth, while taking a step back after each throw.  They drew a line in the dirt to mark the distance we would have to reach without the egg breaking in order to avoid push-ups.  We didn’t make the required distance, so again we did push-ups.  Unfortunately, I was the one who ended up with goop from the egg on my hands. 

The third night, they had us stand next to each other.  The duct taped our inside arms together and wrapped our inside hands with duct tape to make them not use-able.  We than had a short amount of time to tie all eight official boy scout knots around a pole, with my friend providing the right hand and me providing the left hand.  We did surprisingly well, but did not get all eight knots tied in time, so we did more push-ups.

For the fourth night, they had us stand side-by-side facing a tall privacy fence.  We were to hold our hands behind our backs, stand on our tip toes, lean forward, and support a cup against the fence with our foreheads while counting to 200.  What we learned later was that the rims of the cups were coated with shoe polish so we had black rings on our foreheads.  We were actually going to accomplish this one until, at around 195, one of the boys came behind us and used his knee to knock our knees forward, causing us to lose our balance, which resulted in the cups falling.  The older boys mocked sympathy, saying how we got so close they thought we were going to make it.  Because they were in general good to us, we got the joke and dutifully did our push-ups.

 
The next night was especially interesting.  They told us they would give us a break.  One of the boys brought out a Penthouse magazine.  They asked if we had ever seen an adult magazine or pictures of naked women before.  We had not.  They asked if we would like to see such pictures.  We definitely did.  They had us take turns reading out loud the interests, turn-ons, and plans to solve world huger of the centerfold, as well as to take turns reading letters to the forum.  This was all new and exciting to us.  I was embarrassed and hoped that no one saw the bulge in my boxers.

As it was time to get in our tents and go to bed, one of the older boys told us that if we didn’t do anything about our condition, we would get no sleep and would be real sore in the morning.  He added that it was also likely that we would end up creaming in our sleeping bags, which is gross and uncomfortable.  He suggested that the better strategy would be to go behind our tent and take care of the condition we found ourselves in.

Mick