About 14 years ago, one of the most awesome, thoughtful, athletic, smart, trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, brave, clean, reverent, amazing, nice, and just plain wonderful children of this generation was born.
Earl is the Troop 8 God of weather and all things outdoors. His name is mainly invoked in prayers of supplication and frustration, as the rainstorm turns to a sleet storm and then to marble-sized hail. Just as with Abraham, Moses, and Elijah, the truly saintly outdoorsmen in the troop will occasionally be heard arguing with Earl about his determination to wreak havoc and destruction, or complaining about the ridiculous tasks and weather which have been assigned to their lot. For mere mortals and tenderfeet, we strongly suggest that you not ever attempt to argue with Earl.