December 21, 2007
Understanding that we were all scouts of limited to no vision, you must understand how unlikely the odd were that we would hit anything at all, much less a Pepsi can hanging on a branch at twenty feet or so. I was one of the first to line up and take my shot and have no idea if I got even remotely close. While others took their turns, I wandered over to the cooler and removed a bottle of water. I heard the occasional ping as a BB hit the can and the immediate hollers of triumph and congratulations.