I was also a Scout many years ago. Didn’t last very long. Every time we went on a camp-out, it rained. Miserable experience.

When my boys were growing up I got roped into being a Cub Master followed by being the Troop Scoutmaster. No-one else was willing to take the job. Plenty of “We’ll be here to help, but…”. The worst part was living in a college town with plenty of single moms going to college who wanted “a positive male influence on their young boys”. Of course they never had time to pitch in and help.

The part I dreaded most was the annual one week camping trip at the Council’s Scout Ranch.

One or two dads/moms would volunteer to go along but when the time came they always had other thing that were more important to do. I was terrified being the only adult (male) camping with a dozen or so young boys. The shower were gang showers so I never showered with the boys. I was scared shit-less some kid would make unfounded accusations of wrong doing. At night I had to keep my distance from where the boys camped.

After two seasons of this crap I quit scouting altogether.