Here's my " Zombie Killin kit" note the Project 1, in a spec-ops sheath, I have since rapped the handle with 550 cord (new pic) . In the spec-ops, I carry a small swiss army tool, a magnesium fire starter, and a Highgear survival wistle, it has a compass, LED flashlight, magnifying glass, and mirror, and a digital thermomitor. (sorry about the spelling), I am going to add the cotton balls/ vasiline tonight, you can never have to many ways to start a fire. I actually needed to start a fire once (to survive) and was glad I never went anywhere without the tools. I was on a canoeing outing in the early spring, there was still snow on the ground in patches, but the river was going so well I had to go for it, my buddy and me had done this stretch about 5 times the year before, and thought we could be the first people to hit the river this year (about 10 years ago) . Anyways, a tree had fallen accross the river on a long narrow stretch, the water was fast and deep. The tree was almost completely under water, forming a dam accross the surface of the river. We didn't see it until it was to late, we said "go for it" hoping we would slide over, we didn't. The river swallowed the canoe, taking it to the bottum, it was foam filled, and as we tried to swim in the 36 degree water, the canoe shot out from the bottom and knocked my buddy out cold, as it struck him point first in the temple. He sank under the water and out of sight. I yelled his name and tried to muster some strength, I went under and tried to grab him. Just under me was a large branch, the current slid me along the branch, I rolled along it, beating the hell out of my ribs, and hit bottom, about 12' down. I thought I was a goner, I strugled against the branch, and thankfully the current and my scrared shitless strength combined, I popped out the other side of the branches and silt at the bottom, not long after I surfaced down stream, and maybe 200' down grabbed a hanging birch tree, after 2-3 minutes, I dragged myself up the 3' embankment. Yelling for my friend Matt the whole time, I really thought he was dead. I scrambled back up stream to the tree, (I was on the side of the river nearest the root system) and found Matt clinging to the roots in the water. I dragged him up, and we laughed our ass off. One scary moment, and then it got cold, it was 45 or so out, and we were about 7 miles to the nearest civlization. Soaked to the bone, we assessed our shit right there. Our canoe was stuck under a tree, in some really cold and deep water, and we were wet. I had a swiss army knife and a small schrade sheath knife, and Matt had a Bic Lighter. I had a zippo, but it was only good for skimming accross the water. We stripped down to our tighty whiteys, and started a fire, we had to dig around pretty good, everything was melting, and it was pretty wet. I found a dead birch tree, and peeled some dried bark, this usually lights like it has gas on it. It did. We stayed there for 3-4 hours drying off, and did OK. We had some rope on the canoe, you could just see one half of the canoe, anyways, we crawled down the roots, and got the rope, lashed it to the canoe. Threw it around the nearest Pine tree, and pulled. After some heeving, the canoe popped out and drifted down stream. As luck would finally go for us, it got snagged on our side of the river. We went on home, alot more catious of the river. I can't remember the maker of that canoe, it was my uncles, but it was one tough canoe! pics of my current rig in a minute, Gene
