Heh, this brings back memories...
My Boy Scout Troop was less into civic duty and all that stuff, and more into outdoor adventure... mainly backpacking. Every summer we'd have long term 60 mile backpacking trips through Yosemite and monthly shorter hikes. We also did whitewater rafting, skiing and sailing.
We were a boy run troop, meaning that the boys were responsible for planning everything except the transportation. We planned the trips, routes, the rations, and everything else. If we screwed up, we suffered for it and learned very fast. Towards the end that started to change, and the newer parents started becoming control freaks... they also started cutting back on the number of trips we took... and it showed in the boys. Where there once was a troop of self sufficient leaders, there now was a troop of whiny, sniveling little sh!ts who couldn't blow their nose by themselves. They also banned the nightly poker games (for change) we'd have while on the trail.
I made it as far as "Life" and was booted for getting high at Camp Emerald Bay on Catalina Island one summer. (They cut the 60 mile summer backpacking trips and started taking us to "summer camps" :|) They finally realized my flash light was a convertable bong. Took them long enough, the freakin' thing reeked for years. I wasn't bothered by it though, the damn troop had gone to hell in that last year.