The pilot of a downed Mooney M20 was lucky his bad day was met by a troop of scouts who lived up to their motto to always be prepared. Shortly after takeoff engine trouble required the pilot to ditch in the nearby Congaree River near Columbia, S.C.
"Hey, you want to come camping with Bear?" That's a pretty random email to get on a Thursday morning, and it contained no other details. So, I said yes, packed a bag and hopped on a plane to New Mexico. Here's what happened over the next few days.
It's been 15 years since I was a Boy Scout and, by all accounts, I'm now a grown ass man. But, the impact the organization had on my life is still evident in my daily life. Here's how.