Nick LeMasters: Victim of Boy Scout Hazing

Please refer to the above picture…I think we all know why he was hazed.

Tonight was full of secrets being revealed at Casa de LeMasters. I was shocked. I was horrified. I was entertained beyond belief. And so, my blog friends, I give to you the repressed “Nick LeMasters Childhood Memory.”

I sat on the patio chatting with my parents and this is what occurred:

Mom: Dayna, ask dad about his Boy Scout memory.

Me: Wow! What? You were in Boy Scouts? You have never told me this.

Dad: Yeah, for about two weeks.

Mom: I KNOW! He’s never told ME about this.

Me: Do I want to hear this? Is this like a creepy “Saturday Night Live Skit?”

Dad: It was early in my scouting life. We were at a campout at a location long since forgotten. All I know is that there were a lot of trees involved. I was initiated into the world of scouting.

The scoutmaster was Mr. John Casayrre. There were a couple of scout minions (following his majesty's orders) who tied me up to a tree. I swear one was an Eagle Scout.

Turns out Mr. Casayrre was quite the tool bag.

I was tied to a tree and was going to learn all about being a scout. This included Mr. Casayrre barking out questions about scouting, that I was forced to answer…while tied to a tree.

You’re wondering, what happened when I answered incorrectly, aren’t you? Well, Mr. Casayrre (the tool bag) sprayed me with a fire extinguisher filled with water…while I was tied to a tree. This was the same extinguisher that was supposed to put out our campfire.

The best part? Every time I answered a question I would have to say, “Yes sir, Mr. Casayrre, sir.” If I didn’t say it? I got the hose…all while tied to a tree.

Needless to say, I quite after two weeks.

Me: That is horrifying! Can I blog about this?
Dad: Maybe if you're nice to me I'll tell you about being left in the car for three hours on an excursion.

Mom: I’m concerned you’ve repressed more memories.

Me: Yeah…weren’t you an altar boy?