One summer, I took Adam to boy scout camp. I was Leader; I was dressed in my uniform. Besides Adam, I took several boys to the camp with me. The troop decided to try a new camp, Camp Yacooa in Rhode Island. We used to go to camp Baiting Hollow. I was driving out to Orient Point, on Long Island, to take the ferry across. I got stopped by a cop because I was speeding. The cop was very nice; he saw my uniform and gave me a warning to "drive safe." I made it to the ferry just in time. We crossed the sound and drove to Camp Yaccoa. One of the activities was skeet shooting. They had given each of us a shotgun. Adam enjoyed himself. I did too. I figured we'd buy a shotgun when we got back. When we got back I told my wife. She said "No way am I gonna have a loaded gun in my house." I told Adam, and we didn't get a shotgun. The end.