Growing up in a Southern Baptist church, I was a member of Troop 70, a Boy Scout Troop sponsored by my church. To tell the truth, I wasn’t a Scout who earned bunches of merit badges and Order of the Arrow, but I enjoyed the brotherhood bond from my fellow scouts. I guess I liked overnight camping, campfires and snipe hunting the most.
Sure, we sometimes did a few rowdy things like pulling up tent stakes and swiping snacks from rival troops, but I never encountered a “gay” scout.