Ours went like this. At camp on Thursday night, we would line up along the lakeshore standing shoulder to shoulder, backs to the woods and our troop leaders standing behind. Camp councilors in full Indian dress and war paint, carrying a torch would run up and down the shore stopping when signaled. The signal was a hand over the head of the inductee. The Indian would stop, usually in front of the scout, breathing hard and staring into your eyes. The tap out consisted of a cupped hand, for maximum sound effect, hitting above the breast and over the shoulder. Although the hit didnt hurt, thus constituting a tap, the sound could be heard echoing off the lake up and down the line. The sound was awesome. After the tap, you were pulled from behind, instructed to be silent and to go back to camp and get your sleeping bag The sound is a big part of what made it special, surreal and a memory one carries his whole life. IMHO