Troop 448 Salisbury, North Carolina

It was a spectacular finish, with scouts spinning out of control on the long infield slope. As they crossed the finish line it was hard to make out who got there first in the dark but since all contestants were 448ers it is unmistakable which Troop won.
As they came over the hill it sounded like tennis shoes in a kenmore dryer with the barrels picking up speed down the slope. You could just barely make out the contestants in the drums, pinned to the wall by centifugal force. After each heat the barrel drivers wobbled and wove their way back up the hill rolling the cannister for the next teammate to have a run.
The race was fast and furious untill Mr. Wilson was spotted coming across the fence. Upon his arrival the race was stopped and everyone was awarded a comendation for not being injured, maimed, or harmed in any way. A victory celebration was commenced immediatly and did not end untill 9:00 am the next morning when it was time to pack up and go.