Brackton is his own man. He always steps up when there is a need in the troop. What I enjoy about him is that he always goes out of his way to greet me. A loud “Hey, Mr. Shugart” with arms raised whenever he sees me. He is seldom boastfully of what he does, but when he is it usually is because he is proud and not bragging. This past summer camp he was particularly excited about small boat sailing. He made sure either Dave or I got pictures of him on the blog. What is interesting in skimming the pictures one always finds Brackton reading. He knows how to use his dead time.