He looks over at a dirty-faced, red-headed guy. Hair all frizzy and knotted up. Barely conscious and heavy eyes gaze back at him. He hands him a cup of water and says, “Drink up. It will make you feel better.”
Mike, the redhead, slowly and weakly drinks from the cup. He barely says, “Thanks,” and goes back to sleep.
Dave grabs the last drink from the cup, stands up and looks around. Sand all around, all except this one little oasis. Oasis? Well, more like a couple trees and more sand.
The trees cast just enough shadow to keep the 110 degree temperatures from sucking the very last bit of sweat from their skin. Dave walks back over to a clear plastic bag laying on the ground. His mind wanders to the dirt bike that suddenly died. They both had decided to pair up on the other dirt bike and try to make it back to camp. Too little, too late. Insane how far they have come in just a few hours time. The one bike would not get them back.
“Why did you have to run out of gas?” says Dave as he looks down on it.
Turning back around to the bag now, Dave pulls the rock off of the center of the bag, lifts the edge of the bag, reaches past the tree boughs and picks up a metal cup. He replaces it with the one that they just drank from. He looks down at the half filled cup, that just may save both of their lives. Dave walks back over to Mike and gives him another sip.
Mike has slowly and barely gotten a little more energy, at least enough to say, “It sure is a good thing that we got that survival crash course last year.”
“Yep,” says Dave. I can’t believe how valuable it is now. I though it would just be a cool thing to know, but now it was worth every penny.
Flash forward two days… Mike and Dave are found because of the large HELP spelled out on the sand with motor oil.
“Good thing you though of that, Mike,” says Dave.
A rescuer said that they were really lucky to last that long.
What do you say? I know that even if the skills had never been practiced formally, Dave built a water still to harvest the water from all of the tree branches from what he learned in the class. Mike used the critical thinking that was engrained early on in the class and the subsequent campouts that they had.
First rule of survival?… DON’T DIE! They succeeded. How many of us would have made it after 3 days in the desert?
I have always had a passion for wilderness survival, and have crossed over into modern survivalism. Why? DID YOU READ MY STORY?!
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