On a side note . In Boy Scouts we went on a survival camp out . We were a small troop . Scout master divided us into pairs , could only take what fit in your pockets and two matches per scout . Jut as we were going our separate ways , an armadillo ran by , we grabbed whatever we could find to hit with and ran it down . We divided the meat , me and my partner pulled up some cattail roots out of the pond , built a fire , put it all on a stick and had dinner . If that wasn't enough , it rained that night , fire drowned out . We survived , I still remember how my Grandpa laughed at my story . I think next time I will try a different recipe .
