Weekend before last, I was paddling on my favourite local river. I was on
the home stretch and paddling pretty hard when a gaggle of scouts came up
the river. You can tell they were scouts because they all had on yellow
pfds (the local rental places use blue and orange) and because most of
them didn't have a ****ing clue what they were doing.

As I'm passing one canoe load, they suddenly swerve across the river so
they were on a direct collision course. They didn't make any attempt to
stop or steer away or anything - didn't put a paddle in the water in fact,
nor did they say a work until after they'd crunched into my kayak, and
then it wasn't "sorry" or "look out", but "oh?" like I'd surprised them by
suddenly appearing under the bow of their canoe. I attempted to steer out
of their way, unsuccessfully, and then I tried to catch the front of their
canoe with my hand to keep it from crunching into me. Big mistake. I
tore the tendon sheath in my wrist, and I'm going to be in this cast from
wrist to armpit for another 5 weeks at least.

Don't scout leaders believe in giving lessons? They're a menace.

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Paul Tomblin http://xcski.com/blogs/pt/
please excuse my typing, but my whole left arm is in a cast. and i don't
mean _the king and i_.