Never was a scout, after my first wife pass away in 1989, my son was in the second grade and wanted to be a scout, I ended up being a cub master, what a farce, you ever dealt with mothers of scouts
Was to much like being at work.
Just was lucky enough to be raised in a dead end hollow with a spring branch running through the front yard. Had thousands of acres that belonged to neighbors that we could come and go and treat like out own. Those were the days.