I just watched Cast Away on TV. I've seen this movie maybe a dozen times before but only twice (from memory) as a Beckerhead. So many things went through my mind watching this fillum again. The most prominent being how bloody handy a Becker would've been (which Becker? Why Ethan of course!). But seriously, I can't watch this movie without looking at it like a documentary. What is the first thing I would do? Obviously, being No.400 I would have a knife on me when the plane went down (that's a given). Firstly, after I landed, finding water would be the the most prioritous obligation. Then fire then more water. More water, then shelter. Then maybe some food. Then after all that and I was as comfortable as possible, signaling.
Has anyone else thought about this before in the manner that I have? I seem to analyse these sort of scenarios more than regular people (probably like you guys). There's a thread cracking at the moment 'What's the best Becker for survival?'. On that island, in that circumstance, I reckon a single SS BK13 would truly make the difference between life and death yet the main consensus in that thread seems to lay upon 'bigger is better'. When you're in an actual survival situation, ANYTHING with a sharp edge would give you even the slightest upper hand provided you know how to use it. When the protagonist, Chuck, splits that chert (looks like chert) his survival factor multiplies umteen fold. He can open coconuts, he can sharpen sticks to make spears for food, he makes a friction setup for fire. Then he finds the Ice Skates and he makes a rudimentary axe. Umteen fold again.
It's funny, the part that plays on my mind is, what decisions go through your mind when you transition from surviving to thriving in this situation? Do you try to make it back to civilization to continue your old life? Or do you say "f$#k it, my best mate is a volleyball, let's see how this pans out". The bigger part of me agrees with the latter: I've been gone long enough to consider a leather sphere a friend, might as well stay here and perhaps marry a crab.
Why am I thinking about this so hard? Why am I watching an infomercial for 'Super Stars of Country Music Collection" at 2am? Why am I having another three fingers of Wild Turkey? Jeebers I'm hammered. My dog just farted. F that stinks. Does anyone else think that the Judd sisters are hot? You know, the 70s versions? What was I talking about again?