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good answers by you and Mark, just building a case here for those in need.
Yup... that's exactly what I'm talking about.
I had a buddy one time kick his tackle box in a hot water discharge and felt the need to go in after it thinking the water was warm while steelhead fishing.
Middle of January round here, ain't no such thing when you get out of 30 degree water.
He got his box back before nearly freezing solid in the -10 below temps that awaited him on the outside.
I made the trip back to the truck in my undies but forgot to grab his box in the midst of trying to get him warmed up once on shore. Darn near freezed to death.
Another time, my sister who can't swim fell into a prop dig from a neighboring moared boat and went under for what felt like an eternity. Seeing that, and not a good swimmer myself, instinct took over and I jumped in after without a second thought. She's alive and kickin' to this day. fortunately so am I.
One more time around a campfire, an old friend decided the fire needed fueling by means of a 2 1/2 gallon metal gas can 2 miles off the road. Got the fire cooking just fine. We ate hospital dinners that night while he was fed through an IV.
BRILLIANT. BOOM!
soon as he poured it on the red embers. Had to make a makeshift stretcher to haul him out when shock set in after that ,out of our clothes once again.:stretcher:
Stupid decissions happen out there. Be prepared.
My personal wosrt experience has been a fall from a tree and a long crawl home through ravines, creeks and fields. Enough to make 1 mile feel like 10 over the course of 12 hrs. Fire was my best friend that night, not to mention the big blue tarp that kept me dry that cold rainy night.
Or it could go something like this... the day I was helpless to see my cousin drown tangled in weeds at the lake we fished so many times in the past due to our own stupidity.
Who's ready for that?