That’s right silence is bad–very bad. The grizzly bear was a good idea but hard to come by in the wilds of Virginia. Maybe a turkey would work?

Once, I was managing a 14 year old little league game as a courtesy for the coach who was absent. Trying to show my knowledge of baseball, I called for the bunt with a runner at third and the game on the line. Unfortunately, my math was off as the count was 2 & 2. The bunt went predictably foul, losing the game. After the game, not a word was spoken in derision, and I apologized profusely to this very good team. My son, the catcher, came up to me after the game, and I asked why the players and parents didn’t complain about my call. Without a moment’s hesitation he said: “well, we figured you screwed up, but we all thought you could find a way around the rule.”

Nothing like having your ego bruised in two places at the same time.

Far far worse. Just deafening silence with eyes downward from the other Dads. I immediately set out to bring a Grizzly bear that I could wrestle, tame, and ride around the camp to redeem myself.

Obviously you bought the Les Stroud model. Stringing those pine boughs together was probably just as tough. Tell me did you get the perfunctory round of lawyer jokes, or just the condescending glances among the other Dads? Usually I get both.

I’ve done that.

Absolutely, yes. Our youngest son got his Eagle a year ago. You’re at the start of what can be a wonderful journey, shorter than you’d imagine.

Plus, I hope you’ll stay involved in Cub leadership. Scouting needs volunteers with brains and ethics.

So off and tell us of your adventures when you return.

B’Man