Modern Scouting is a blog by an ex-scoutmaster who, while fully appreciating the Boy Scouts of America program’s history, also thinks modern times are killing it slowly. I have many complaints which generally fall into one of these categories:
- Lack of creativity by adults and lack of responsibility given to Scouts, which together, make for boring Scouting activities.
- Uniforms and other social constructs that repel boys from Scouting.
- Modern technology (phones and such) which are either begrudgingly accepted without constraint or banned by adult leaders – both of which are a problem.
- Girls Scouts of America (which sucks) and their negative reputation which affects Boy Scouts of America.
- Helicopter parents that prevent boys from having fun. They cause lots of other problems, too, but I’m mostly focused on the fun part. I hold out no hope of changing these parents in my thoughts. Advice herein is focused on ignoring, impeding and circumventing them. They are a lost cause and probably generating a lost generation of youth.
There will probably be others as the mood hits me. I don’t plan to pull punches. But don’t plan to just complain either. My posts will be ideas – not complaints. But the complaints will be buried in there if you pay attention.
And, to be very clear, I don’t represent BSA, my local Council or my Troop or their charter organization. Just me venting. And I don’t intend to make any recommendations that violate BSA rules and policies, although I’ve been know to read between the lines on those on occasion. Read your own rules and don’t blame me.
I grew up in rural Mississippi. I was never a Boy Scout. I camped out with my buddies probably 1 in 5 nights each summer from the time I was 10 until 16. The first time I slept in a tent was with my 6 year old Tiger cub. As boys, we slept under the stars or, if raining, we crashed in the nearest barn. We didn’t plan much. Youth Protection was my 410 bolt action leaning against a nearby tree. My parents knew where we were camping within a 3 or 4 mile radius. If they needed us, the neighbor had a big bell they would ring that could be heard for miles.
I now live in Redding, Connecticut. I served as Scoutmaster for the local troop for 2 1/2 years. It is a good one but still suffers from the things I gripe about herein. My son is an Eagle Scout. I am Woodbadged trained (Owl).