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I was there in 59, it was a good trip. I still remember it well.
You?

July of 1977

I haven't when my son was in Boy Scouts he did had lots of fun.

Two of my nephews and my son in law went years ago and have said it was a great experience.

There were six of us, only three of us left. Thank you Doctor Gauger.

Went as an adult with my son’s troop in 2009. Good trip. My son was the crew leader for our trek. He still has the wrinkled copy of “his life”. As crew leader he was given a map and points of resupply and various checkpoints to reach during our 10 day trek. Our staff guide told him it was “his life” responsibility to get his crew to each checkpoint and back to the main camp safely.
This experience along with many others during 12 years of scouting, helped turn my son into an Eagle Scout and the man he is today.
My son will be 34 later this year and he still has this wrinkled copy of a Philmont map and the crew itinerary with the official check in stamps. He has it framed under glass and on his wall.

At the time, there were 3 crown jewel high adventure camps in Scouting. They included the Boundary Waters area in the North, the Sea Base and Munson Island to the South and Philmont in the West.
My son was able to attend all three and I was fortunately able to go along on 2 of those trips. Philmont and Sea Base.
Great times.

I recall cornbread, and peach cobbler. Pack burrows. And diamond hitches.

Nothing like Philmont and it's still going strong. 20,000 or more campers from all over the country per summer. It's never crowded on 140,000 acres.

I had the red jackshirt, with the Philmont bull.

We were there in probably '73 or '74 at Thanksgiving with my scout troop. We got snowed in up top and threw one of the younger scouts out the window and made him shovel snow so we could open the door. It was a fun trip I'll admit. There was a herd of mule deer migrating down out of the mountains near the main headquarters. I remember counting well over 300 mule deer in that field and coming down the mountain. It was awesome. One BIG buck was laying under a tree adjacent to the main drive and I got out of the car, raced down to where he was to take a picture and he stood up. I was amazed. Still am.

One of those things I really wish I'd been able to do back in the mid-70's. I did get to the National Jamboree in '77, but that was close by in PA.

I remember being scared of bears, I still can't believe some of the boys teasing a rattlesnake.

I was born and raised in that country, and still get up there fairly regularly.
Never was a Boy Scout - but the oldest grandson went several times.
Eventually made Eagle Scout. Son in law led several of those groups to Philmont, also.

I am second from the left.

I and my older brother attended Philmont in 1950. Things were a bit more "rustic" then but we had a great time in the beautiful New Mexico mountain country.

L.W. (Eagle Scout)

I was there in 74, Eagle in 75. Part of our itinerary, like all other hikers, was to hike Baldy, as well as Tooth of Time. When we got to Baldy’s peak, I looked around and thought what a cool experience….wish I could kill an elk one day in a spot like this…I had no idea…

Fast forward to 1998, I was hunting the west slope of Baldy and killed my first elk. A nice 6x6. The East Moreno Ranch, as it was known back then, owned the west slope up to the peak. BSA owning basically the east slope, sharing the peak. I was back in 2003 and shot another 6x6 right at the treeline under the peak. In 2005 I repeated the feat with another big 6x6 on the north side of the peak, calling it in with my mouth. The ranch was sold the next year to the Pueblo tribe and I elected to hunt down the road after that…

God’s front porch for sure…

1950? I bet it was "a bit more rustic". Glad you are still with us and posting!.

I went to Philmont in July of 1976.

Eagle Scout Class of 1974

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BSA mortgaged Philmont in 2019 to JP Morgan Chase, as collateral on debt they owed.

Did all these wonderful adventures happen before the scoutmasters all turned into a bunch of kid-grooming phags?

Ours were WW2 Vets.