Happy Camper

If I have to draw a scout master, I usually come up with something like this: a jolly boob who would probably try to start a campfire by rubbing two chipmunks together. Which is odd, 'cause my own Boy Scout memories are extremely pleasant, and the only miserable experience associated with the whole enterprise is the one time they send us out on a fundraiser, selling pansies door-to-door (as Dave Barry would say, I'm not making this up).