December 2014 – Nashville Troop 3

2014 Troop 3 Turkey Fry

On The evening of Tuesday the 25th of November troop 3 began the first stages of its 2014 Turkey Annual Turkey Fry Classic. Over 100 birds were waiting, ready to be rubbed, spiced, and injected that night and within two hours, the deed was done. Juices flew, spices burned in the eyes and noses of pre-adolescents, and tears were shed. But overall, the production ran rather smoothly.

The next day, multiple brave souls faced the cool autumn air of 6:00 AM. They arrived, set up, and got the operation moving. Bird were soaring in and out of vats of boiling oil, coming out piping hot and ready to be swept up by hungry, vicious customers. Around noon, my colleagues and I arrived and quickly devoured our magnificent lunch of fresh turkey sandwiches and bagged fruit juice. After lunch we began our shifts. A third of us went to bag the birds, the others went to prep the raw birds for the fryers and to retrieve them from the vats, quick to wrap them in aluminum foil to preserve

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Next we had a shift rotation and continued on our day. Everything ran relatively smoothly for the rest of the day, but it was a human operation, so of course we had some obstacles to face. Nearing the end of our workday, right as the clean up was occurring, it began. The rain came and complicated our whole clean up. But there were a few man-scouts who braved the sleet and freezing rain to get everything done. I was not one of these man-scouts, because I got water down my sweatshirt sleeve, compromising my outer layer of defense and sending me home prematurely.

Overall the production was great, many turkeys were fried, and many people had happy thanksgivings.

October 2014 Boxwell Highland Games Trip

Last October troop 3 decided to make a journey over the pond to rustic Scotland (Boxwell) for some classic Scottish rituals to put some hair on the young boys chests. We departed on a cool October Friday evening driving into the past of manly heritage. Once we arrived at Scotswell we rather leisurely set up tents and camp kitchens for a night of cracker barrel and cheap drink mix. After a bit everyone decided it was time to hit the hay and returned to their tents for a good night of sleep. The next morning we rose bright and early somewhat ready for the obstacles of the day. While the cooks had breakfast brewing, my assistant and I, Collin were recruited to set up a treacherous orienteering course/ scavenger hunt. After we returned with dew soaked shoes the day officially began.

My assistant and I refereed the first round of games because we could not participate in the obstacle course, since we set it up. After that we joined in on the canoeing, carrying machines and obstacle courses. After the day was coming to a close we began dinner and a beautiful array of desserts. The dessert competition was won by none other but the whistlepigz who masterfully crafted a tres leches cake. After dinner the clean up captains got to work and everyone gathered around the fire to preform skits, tell stories, and good ol’ fashioned flag burning. After the ceremony was over everyone returned to their tents for another good nights rest. The next morning was the beginning of the highland games.

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Everyone ate a hearty breakfast and the day began. there was log tossing, shot put, hammer tossing, and at the end of the day, a vicious tug o’ war. Of course the scouts came out on top and after lunch we packed up and departed. Farewell Scotswell, until next year.

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