Well. The Winter Camping Patch debacle MUST have been successful. The following spring, after the waters in Long Pond warmed up enough to be reasonably tolerable for a gullible Dad, I was asked to help some girls in “our” troop earn their Life Saving Patch.
I had an unsinkable Boston Whaler boat. I had 3 Troops on board needing a patch.
So…
Overboard I went.
Splashing and yelling “Help! Save me! I don’t know how to swim!”
The first attempt with providing assistance using a wooden oar went awry when the skin on my forehead was parted enough to draw blood and make me see stars. I actually thought I was in serious trouble.
Fortunately, a responsible adult was also in the boat with the girls and kept them calm enough to actually rescue me from the water, so they legitimately earned their Life Saving Patch.
Oh. By the way! They also earned their First Aid Patch for their beautiful bandage handiwork on my forehead.