“... a Biodegradable Frisbee Tossing contest.
“That was supposed to be where our 11-to-13 year olds would pick up a buffalo chip (that’s a dried-out pile of bison poop for you flatlanders) and throw it like a frisbee.”
I think you’re on to something. I had a similar experience early on in Boy Scouts. Jerks kept telling me they needed me to ask the neigboring campers for a left handed hatchet to pound in the tent stakes, and being young & wanting to fit in, that’s what I did not realizing there’s are no left & right hand to hatchets. Took a bit to figure out, but eventually learned my lesson.
I share that experience from way back when to everyone now because a simlar game is going on, only a lot more serious. You have to come to the realization some nasty people are playing you, figure out who you can trust, and make sure you don’t get fooled again. I guess Boy Scouts wasn’t a bad investment in time for my parents after all and pays dividends for a long time.
:: I guess Boy Scouts wasn’t a bad investment in time for my parents after all and pays dividends for a long time. ::
That was then.
Grooming is now.