was a hard core scout leader. "just suck it up" type of guy. It was raining constantly at camp and many of the boys were soaked, tents were soaked and kids wanted to go home. The leader refused and was just like, "stop being wimps". It was so wet we couldn't keep a fire going and one of the kids ate a package of Pillsbury biscuits raw. I would not recommend that by the way. He did not feel well. Anyway, eventually we all got used to it and got our tents figured out and we were fine. But then the rain got really bad and the leader, who was dumb and only had a lean-to, eventually got this mini "river" that spilled out and went through his lean-to. All of a sudden the leader was like, "yeh, since you all want to go home, fine, we can go home". Only we didn't want to go anymore, but he was like, "no, you complained too much" and we ended up going home. Fun memories.