But the Scotts found ways to repay the community. When the town of Johnsburg didn't have enough money to re-build the wet, one-way dirt road that ran from the old red post office on Garnet Lake Road to the dam at the north end of the lake, Scott told the supervisor, Sterling Goodspeed, to take what dirt he needed from the sandy hill on his property. Some 600,000 cubic yards later, lake residents had a brand-new road.
He also took part in GLURP, a two-man rescue squad that he cooked up with his neighbor and friend, Ed Stewart. "They had a lot of calls from cars in the ditch or fires out of control, things like that," says Ellen Scott. "Everybody said: 'Well, is GLURP around?'"
Once GLURP got a frantic message from Maxam's Lodge. A guest had cast her fishing line and plunged a fish hook through her ear lobe. Grabbing a wire cutter and a bottle of Scotch, Scott headed over. He poured Scotch on the area, snipped off the barb, retracted the hook and doused the wound with more Scotch. The woman recovered handily.
Then there was the spring day when a canoeist flipped over in the chilly lake water and thrashed around wildly, unable to swim to shore. An alert lake resident called Scott, who sped to the scene in his red motor boat. Using his World War II Navy training, he managed to pull the drowning man up by the hair, just in the nick of time.
That naval experience 4,400 dangerous hours as a flight engineer in the Pacific Theater from 1944 to 1945 also came in handy one summer day before GLURP existed. Out of the blue, a surplus Navy OS2U Kingfisher plane, flown by a pilot with too little experience, came swooping down to the lake. Just below was a fishing boat, and trying to miss it, he got confused.