More Than Just Woodsmoke
If you’ve ever enjoyed ash-dusted pancakes, innocently inquired after a left-handed smoke bender, and deftly tied a hatchet knot, then you and I have something in common. The 100th anniversary of the Boy Scouts of America started me thinking about the life skills I gained growing up in this intentional youth-building program.
Back then, I just understood Boy Scouting as a merry band of woodsmoke-soaked brothers taking on the wilderness. Little did I realize then that along the way I was being infused with marketable skills and values that serve me well today. Here are just a few, along with a couple of touchstone memories:
Leadership - Ready? Here’s your team of 8 boys, ages 11 to 17, some interested, some apathetic, some skilled, some intentionally ignorant, some fresh from the apron strings. Your task is to mold them into a competitive team, challenge them with stretch responsibilities, teach them new skills, push them to catch that second wind, assuage their bogeyman fears, build camaraderie, endure the “remember when” tent-drenching lightening storms, and encourage leadership. One other thing ... you’re a Patrol Member, not the Leader.
Perseverance - A compass-guided, backcountry orienteering course is a great way to carefully get lost. With a topographic map, compass coordinates and a compass in hand, my two compatriots and I, along with a lips-sealed adult leader, headed off on a deep woods bearing to track down the brightly-colored clues marking each point on the course. We plotted and measured and sighted and trail-blazed all over those woods, but kept at it. We had clearly defined goals, we had the skills (barely), and we knew there was a way to accomplish the task. And we did. Three hours late, but we did. Even more remarkable, the leader tramped silently along with us and let us work it out ourselves, responding only twice the entire outing. I try to remember that patient soul when working with engaged, but novice, team members and my children.
Creativity - Your backpack shoulder strap just broke 21 miles into a 50-miler hike; fasten a new strap of braided rope and a whittled peg to secure it on your packframe. Need to dry soaked clothing at nightfall; fashion drying rack from sturdy branch embedded upright fireside. Buddy forgot pans; cook beans in cans. Buddy forgot hamburger meat; savor beans and eat his portion of dessert. I expect on any given weekend in this country, domesticated, coddled boys learn they can count on themselves and their Scout campmates to come through with a great idea.
Perspective - After a long day of canoeing in pursuit of another coveted 50-miler patch, we finally arrived at our intended riverside campsite to discover an occupying force of cows bedded down for the night. Too tired to argue, we retreated to a small, tree-covered island a little further downstream, set up quick camp, ate a cold meal, sacked out, and woke up shortly after midnight with water creeping in our tents from the upstream dam unexpectedly opening its floodgates. We tossed our soggy gear into the floating, but tied, canoes and took to the branches. Our treed Scoutmaster framed it as another challenge that couldn’t beat us, and our night hanging from the trees became an exciting, memorable experience instead of a frustrating obstacle.
Discerning Palate - When camping, food was what you made it---literally: pot-charred chili, ash-dusted pancakes, soapy scrambled eggs. If I could discern it was edible, I ate it. Don’t sweat the small annoyances; they’re small and fleeting unless you nurture them. That doesn’t mean you helplessly suffer, though. I started bringing a Plan B stash of little Granny Smith apples for cinnamon campfire-baked apples. Delicious.
As a youth, my family moved every three years. And every three years I was welcomed into a new band of boys enjoying the Scouting program, testing themselves, and most ending up as capable young men.
What a concept.




