Not all the stories are about youth, sometimes the adults make for interesting events in Scouting. Someone asked me a few months ago to tell them a good story about a fellow adult and trust me, I have plenty of those, but I think the most humorous one has to be this one, so much so, the person that asked me to tell the story, did not believe it was true, even with others witnesses confirming my story, but it is true, facts may be a little fuzzy, but the basis of the story is real, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
We were on a campout in western Wisconsin doing the Elroy Sparta bike trail for an event. While the events all have their special attributes, this one stands out. The adults of the Group would position the cars so that as we biked the trail, they had a few cars at the end that could be staged to run back, get the rest of the cars so that they could get everyone back to camp after the bike ride. The cars would take back a few adults back to get their cars. On the return trip, one driver was driving back to the end of the trail with his bike rack bolted through the roof of his Lincoln Continental and noticed a dead Racoon in the road that was not damaged too bad. He stopped knowing just 15 minutes earlier that racoon was not in the roadway, he figured it was still “Fresh”, so he stopped, scooped it up and threw it in the trunk of his car and drove back to our campsite and told me the story, he said he and another adult were going to cook it for dinner. I questioned WHY, but maybe more so because I did not have any interest in trying it. My comments were that he could have it, but I did not want any of the kids to eat it. I didn’t need us to have any health issues with the scouts about the game he had fetched up. These two adults used their game-processing skills to gut and cut up the racon, including the hide, so one the adults could later make a coon skin hat. They proceeded to cook their new found animal and said it was delicious, I was not convinced, but hey whatever, to each his own.
The next morning, he packed up his hide and a few other keepsakes from the game the night before. They left the campsite and headed home. On his way home, he runs across yet another raccoon that was in good shape, picks it up, throws it in his trunk and takes it home, this time to feed it to his wife and kids. After about a 90-minute drive from where he picked up the raccoon he arrives home, he opens the trunk of the car and the second raccoon is MOVING in the back of his car. With not much of a second thought, he took care of the raccoon's movement, and we will leave it at that. Just proof this raccoon was still fresh, so fresh it still looked surprised. He then proceeds to gut and process the meat for cooking yet another dinner. I got a call around dinner time inviting me over for dinner, there was a lot of joking around about it, but all enjoyed it, I did not accept the invite to dinner.
So one thing about a raccoon is the male-exclusive anatomy has an actual bone in them, the special parts kept the night before was this bone and they sat on the windowsill of his kitchen window for months, till one day they disappeared. I don’t know exactly when, if it was Christmas or his wife’s birthday, they ended up in a gift box with ear studs on them to make them into earrings and gifted to his wife for that special occasion, and she just loved them. She only wore them for special occasions, one of those occasions was the Lighthouse District dinner where the theme of the evening was rednecks, and the wife wore her coon earrings along with their Cletis teeth, which was only a small sampling of a real set of teeth, which only help promote the theme of the dinner. It was a humorous evening, to say the least. So yes, there are plenty of good adult stories to be told, this is only one of them, they may be more before this 161 day blog comes to a close in June 2024. Stay tuned for more.
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