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Every year you do your annual good turn to the Cub Scout program in your District by serving as the Range Officer for their Day Camp program. You regularly work with Boy Scout age kids 10 1/2 to 18, finding the younger guys too 'hyper' for your taste.
The Range program offers slingshot, archery and BB guns. Your district runs a 3 day program this year instead of a week long adventure. As a practical issue this means that you lose time that you normally put to teaching the safety aspects of the range.
Adding to your headache this year, you have one Pack that is known to be difficult to control. It is larger than most, the boys aren't the best behaved, and the parents are known to let them get away with far too much. They only clamp down on their boys when something has happened.
Knowing this ahead of time, you assign your youngest stepson as Scout Guide to the group. Jeff enjoys their mischievousness as a rule, thinking it funny and kind of cute. By day 2, Jeff complains about them on the way home from camp; they have proved too much even for him!
Fortunately you only have this group for a 2 hour block each day and you are once again questioning the wisdom of BSA policy that forbids a swift swat, which these guys desperately need. Despite the relative chaos that rules when this bunch is at the range you finally are at the point where they are going to fire the BB guns at targets for score. Round one has gone fairly well and you tell Austin, your Boy Scout assistant to watch the Cubs as you go downrange to collect targets.
You hear a parent shouting, "put that down!" As you turn to look at what's going on, you hear the 'pop' of a BB rifle going off, immediately followed by a sharp sting in the lower leg as a BB grazes you from back to front. Biting your tongue to keep the un-scoutlike language that is about to burst forth in, you see 7 year old Travis with weapon still in hand.