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>2004
>80 mile canoe trip on the Willamette river
>day 3
>taking a slow pace with a large group and mostly overloaded canoes
>come across 20 cars dating back as far as 40 years that had been driven off the bank into the river
>hidden under tree cover, fairly dark and shaded
>couple boys paddle over to check it out
>we had made the trip more interesting by scavenging souvenirs
>they hoped to get a hood ornament or whatever
>the cars are rusted as fuck, a few of them submerged, mostly piled up the steep bank
>kid gets out of his canoe without his water shoes
>immediately impales foot on a sharp rusty car underwater
>everyone's freaking out
>kid is trying to cover it up, so the SMs don't notice
>His dad is head SM with anger issues
>tell the scout trying to cover it up is futile, he needs to go to the hospital
>His dad is the kind of mad where he doesn't say a word
>patrol boat speeds up 15 minutes later to get him to the hospital
>His partner is now solo and his dad's single canoe is now being towed by another SM in a pontoon boat
>16 stitches on the bottom of his foot
>SM meets back up with us downriver
>kid goes home
He made it to Eagle and he was valedictorian at our HS.
I have a lot of stories, I'll try to think of some good ones when I'm not on my phone.
