This weekend reinforced so many of the reasons why I am involved in scouting. Top among them was this story.
Several years ago I found a pocket knife in the dirt at our campsite. I asked around and never found the owner. I brought the knife home, cleaned it up and put it a 1973 National Scout Jamboree mug in my home office.
Fast forward to this weekend. One of our leaders, an Eagle Scout himself, was teaching our Bear Cubs and Webelos about knife safety so they could earn their Whittling Chips, which will allow them to carry a knife at Scout Campouts.
When he got to the part about the various types of knives, he pulled a multi-function knife on a lanyard from his pocket and explained that it was from Inks Lake State Park and belonged to his daughter. One of the scouts, who happened to be his son, said “I used to have a knife like that but I lost it.
I immediately knew who owned the knife. After the boys had cleared out, I told Mike that I think I had his son’s knife at my house but I wanted to make sure.
So Sunday when we got home, I checked the mug and sure enough, the knife was still there, so I called Mike to let him know. He drove his son over and sent him to our front door, not telling him why. Seeing that boy’s face light up when he got his knife back made my day and will be one of favorite memories of scouting.
The weekend was filled with great times, like watching my oldest son, who is a Boy Scout, return to his old Cub Scout Pack to teach a class on fire starting, or watching boys that I have seen grow from timid first graders to leaders in our Scout Pack put on a great camp fire program on their last camp out with us before they become Boy Scouts, to getting to lead a class on flag etiquette and retire a flag at the camp fire on Saturday night.