When Whiskey was a young lad, he was enrolled in the preeminent paramilitary organization in the United States – The Boy Scouts of America. For a couple of years, I spent time gathering merit badges, camping, biking, attending fundraising activities, playing cruel jokes with friends in the woods and shitting our brains out due to the culinary prowess of my fellow scouts. Good times… There is nothing like sharing a “coffin tent” with another flatulent 12 year old and trying to kill each other with nocturnal emissions. I was a “Moose;” everybody wanted to be in the Cobra lodge, but like in Resevoir Dogs, not everyone gets to be Mr. Black.

Coffin tent, or methane trap depending on how the cowboy stew turned out.

On one of the last trips I took with my Moose brothers, we went camping  in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains. We drove…