On the topic of boyscouts and love ;)))
There was this one camp out I went on a year ago... So background info first:
~70/106 kids on the trip
2, 1 ton fully loaded trailers and 1, 1.5 ton trailer hauled by my dad
5 trucks, 3 sedans, 4 SUVs, 2 church vans (9 seats total per van) I don't even know lol
We (dad, myself, brother) were in the front of the convoy, hauling the red trailer, which holds all of the troops cooking supplies (stoves, dutch ovens, etc)
Behind us was a church van FULL of first year scouts, super immature and like just starting 6th grade.
So we're driving along to camp, and I'm looking out the window and holding conversation with my dad, something about how I wanted to join the marines (now I'm interested in navy.) he said something really incredible and I mumbled "c..w.?" He turns to look and there, in the middle of a farm pasture we're driving by, is a single bull, mounting a cow. Mid-day. We both kinda just stopped talking, until I busted out laughing. He looked over at me and asked why I was laughing.
"imagine the poor adult stuck with all the 13 year olds who just saw the two cows"
#boyscoutswag