Flight of the Arrow - by Brent
Once, while
living in Bountiful, I was called to be the Ward Scoutmaster. I only had it for one year and I haven’t
figured out if that was because I was doing so well at it and I couldn’t
progress any further or if I was so bad and they had to get me out of there
before I permanently damaged the young Cub Scouts. This little story might tilt your view of
scouting in one direction or the other.
Cub Scouts is very big on ceremony and our Ward was no different than
any other. One of the awards that a Cub
Scout can earn is the Arrow of Light. It
really is a culminating award recognizing all of the accomplishments that a
young boy has made as a Cub Scout. It
takes a lot of effort and hard work and we traditionally held a very nice award
ceremony to celebrate the Scout’s achievement.
Part of our ceremony included the Scoutmaster shooting an arrow at a
target and then presenting an arrow, to the Cub, with eagle feathers tied to
the shaft representing various scout virtues.
We had one
young scout that was a difficult little fellow.
He was usually out of control, disruptive, and hard to handle. With the help of his loving den mothers and
leaders he had achieved the Arrow of Light and it was time for the big ceremony
at Pack Meeting. The stage was set and
we were going to do it right. We were
meeting in the Primary Room as we usually did.
I had become pretty good at holding the bow about waste high and
shooting at the target without aiming.
The target was a burlap wrapped, 4-foot by 4-foot, rigid foam. I gave my speech building to a crescendo which
culminated with something like, “As this arrow flies straight and true to the
target so it represents the pathway of your life. Go straight and true and remember the values
of the Arrow of Light.” Then I would let
her fly. How could anything go
wrong? On this night the arrow might have
been guided by another force or just crappy shooting but either way it missed
the target all together. It is tough to
miss a big target in the small Primary Room and it could have been a little
dangerous for parents and scouts. I
hurried to gather the arrow and try again.
This time the arrow hit the target but the path for this boy was
set. He moved from our Ward shortly
after this and I don’t know what ever happened to him. I am not sure things turned out to good for
him because it is hard to argue against the flight of the arrow.