Yes I do. As you say we made camp - with those vast, heavy canvas sheets tied to wooden poles - in the middle of the forest at Lake Duluti (I think). With the rain and general lack of know-how the whole thing turned into an orgy of mud, baked beans, and something worse. Breakfast of tinned condensed milk poured onto cornflakes eaten standing up knee deep in the mud. Inevitable sing song round the camp fire. I took my son to something like it in Gillwell Park, trying to rekindle these memories, but it was all rather tame and meaningless by comparison. I think the whole Cub and Scout thing was part of the zeitgeist of the time, so to speak.
