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And our next story comes from a listener named Jamie Scott.

Jamie used to be a Boy Scout troop leader.

And this story is about an infamous snipe hunt in Georgia.

Take it away, Jamie.

I used to be in the Navy.

I retired from the Navy in 1996.

And I lived in various places up and down the East Coast, but one of my favorite places I lived was a place called Folkston, Georgia.

While I was there, I decided I wanted to get involved in scouting again.

I had been an Eagle Scout, and I wanted to stay involved in scouting.

So now that I was on shore duty, I thought it would be a great opportunity.

I had a lot of boys in my troop. I had Hispanic boys, black boys, white boys, but they were all just boys.

Boys, boys, boys, just out to have fun. A couple of them

have dads, most of them didn't. A couple of them had a few dollars to their name. Most of them

didn't. But anyway, I took these boys to summer camp at Camp Tolachi. The boys I took out on the troop, they really wanted to get involved.

They wanted to do scouting.

They wanted to learn.

They wanted to shoot rifles and they wanted to pull archery and they wanted to canoe and

all these different things.

So we were having a wonderful time, but one of the greatest parts of scouting, one of the greatest parts

of growing up as a boy in the South, at least at the time that I was a kid, and the time that

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