Via TJIC: Scouts follow training and common sense, flim at 11:00.
Rescuers who were not, as it turns out, were not needed. They rescued themselves.
In the immortal words of The Scott Miller
Eight Scouts, ages 11 to 14, and their three adult leaders emerged unharmed from the dense forest Monday morning after an intense overnight search by 28 rescuers and nine dogs.
Rescuers who were not, as it turns out, were not needed. They rescued themselves.
The Scouts and their leaders "did just what they were supposed to do, they hunkered down," said Rodney Jones, assistant scoutmaster of Troop 217, from Raleigh, North Carolina.
The Scouts awoke at 7:30 a.m. Monday and started packing up, Jones said. One of the leaders spotted a power line, which the group followed to a cabin. There they encountered a meter reader for the local power utility, who took them to the Cruso Fire Department, the search effort's headquarters, said fire department spokeswoman Charity Sharp.
In the immortal words of The Scott Miller
To all you "crunchy granola suites" out there, when you're having a meadow party and you have your kegs but no one can build a fire because it's raining, who can?
This scout can.
When you're drowning after diving into the town duck pond drunk as a skunk, who can save you?
This scout can.
When you're moving home from college and you're trying to tie down your Morrisey poster so it won't fly off your parents' car, who can?
This scout can.
When it does fly off your car and causes a huge accident, who can treat the wounds of your soon to be accusers?
This scout can.
Who can out-smoke, out-drink, out-cuss and then (and only then) out-argue you about the worthiness of The Boy Scouts?
This scout can.
