When my youngest daughter was in Brownies, I was the nominated badge assessor for various types of "Adventure" type badges. I usually age modified my SES training. Often, when one girl expressed an interest in a particular badge, others would also become interested.
I had a number of kids keen on navigation, so taught them the basics; read a refidex (street directory to the uneducated), compass and pacing.
For the practical assessment I chose an easily accessible but secluded, dry bush setting, that I was familiar with through SES training.
I took my daughter and her best mate, to get an idea of young kids paces, to the preparation and set up.
Amongst the sparse, thirsty looking, drought hardy, native vegetation, I spotted a stand of dark green, tall, healthy looking plants, neatly growing in a square of about 100 yards.
Being somewhat naive about certain cash crops, but highly suspicious that nature could produce such bounty in the prevailing barron, shaley wasteland, I casually asked the girls, without drawing too much attention, what they thought.
Their speculation aligned with mine, so with the responsibility of two young girl I hastily abandoned the recce and hightailed out of there.
On the way home we called into the local cop shop. The uniformed fellows at the front desk appeared interested and genuinely concerned, and reported it to the detectives upstairs.
One of the Coppers In Disguise came down and told us that it had been reported and they had checked it out, finding it to be stinking roger.
Not likely! But in the middle of the Fitzgerald Inquiry I felt discretion was the better part of valour and pursued the issue no further.
Cynical? Not me.

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