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Hey guys
I'm not going to make this too long, because my hands still hurt.
Andy sent me a Steel Heart II loaner for a big hike i was going on this past weekend. I received it on the friday afternoon, about 2 hours before i had to go. I had a feeling that i would really need it. I never guessed how true this would be.
I have never been on a hike where more things went wrong. The radio broke, and it was decided (not by me) to press on anyway. We were walking along a razorback ridge when one of the members of my unit (venturers, not military) slipped on a big chunk of moss. He broke his lower leg at about a 70 degree angle, and promptly passed out. We splinted it and made a travois (the busse did most of the work) and began moving again (much slower). After another 1/2 hour or so, it started snowing. In Australia. We didn't have enough warm clothing to continue, and people were starting to get dangerously cold, so we fould a flatish area and set up tents.
It was not long after this that we discovered that the metho had leaked all through my pack, so we had no hot food. It started snowing harder, so we got into our tents and sleeping bags. It became obvious fairly quickly that we needed warmth. I grabbed all the warm clothes i had, grabbed the busse (gotta love that hands freezing to handle feeling) and exited to find wood.
After a little searching, a twisted ankle and a fair ammount of profanity, i found a dead tree. I promptly whipped out the steel heart, and began to chop. I don't remember much of what happened there (i was starting to get hypothermia), but i do know that i staggered back to camp with an armful of wood, somehow got it burning, and got some more wood. I knew then that the busse had saved my life, and quite possibly quite a few others.
For those that are interested, everyone is recovered except for some soreness, and Nick's leg. I'm still sure that the steel heart saved my life, and i will be forever gratefull to busse for making sucj a great knife, and have vowed never to be caught without one.
ok, i have to go, my hands really hurt now.
I'll see you guys later.
James
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The beast we are, lest the beast we become.
I'm not going to make this too long, because my hands still hurt.
Andy sent me a Steel Heart II loaner for a big hike i was going on this past weekend. I received it on the friday afternoon, about 2 hours before i had to go. I had a feeling that i would really need it. I never guessed how true this would be.
I have never been on a hike where more things went wrong. The radio broke, and it was decided (not by me) to press on anyway. We were walking along a razorback ridge when one of the members of my unit (venturers, not military) slipped on a big chunk of moss. He broke his lower leg at about a 70 degree angle, and promptly passed out. We splinted it and made a travois (the busse did most of the work) and began moving again (much slower). After another 1/2 hour or so, it started snowing. In Australia. We didn't have enough warm clothing to continue, and people were starting to get dangerously cold, so we fould a flatish area and set up tents.
It was not long after this that we discovered that the metho had leaked all through my pack, so we had no hot food. It started snowing harder, so we got into our tents and sleeping bags. It became obvious fairly quickly that we needed warmth. I grabbed all the warm clothes i had, grabbed the busse (gotta love that hands freezing to handle feeling) and exited to find wood.
After a little searching, a twisted ankle and a fair ammount of profanity, i found a dead tree. I promptly whipped out the steel heart, and began to chop. I don't remember much of what happened there (i was starting to get hypothermia), but i do know that i staggered back to camp with an armful of wood, somehow got it burning, and got some more wood. I knew then that the busse had saved my life, and quite possibly quite a few others.
For those that are interested, everyone is recovered except for some soreness, and Nick's leg. I'm still sure that the steel heart saved my life, and i will be forever gratefull to busse for making sucj a great knife, and have vowed never to be caught without one.
ok, i have to go, my hands really hurt now.
I'll see you guys later.
James
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The beast we are, lest the beast we become.
