Camp Geiger, Monday, June 29
After a quick history of "hawk throwing" and some suggestions to improve their throwing techniques, Marvin perches under the "Marvin's Hawks" sign at the top of the entryway to the throwing corral and watches. He's quick to encourage each group of four throwing at the stumptop targets six paces away. "Come on, I want to see four hawks stick," he calls out. On the first throw, all four boys stick their throws and he shouts his approval, but on the next, three bounce the tomahawks off the target. "You guys keep throwing like that, I'll never learn to count to four!" he says with a big smile.
Each boy, whether from our troop or another, approaches Marvin wide-eyed. This morning, one boy from a troop in Kansas came up and said, "Marvin, I washed out of my life-saving merit badge and I don't have anything for second period. Can I come and stay here with you for two periods?" He didn't blink. He didn't check a class report. He just put his arm around the boy's shoulders, looked him in the eye and said, "Of course you can stay here with me. Come on, let's throw some hawks!"
Like I said, Marvin is everyone's favorite.