A standard plot devise in survival movies is losing the survival kit at the last moment and then making do, or returning to the wreckage, and, after pushing a rather pale looking and bloated Uncle Bob out of the way retrieving the thing. My flying is in sailplanes or a Morane- Saunier Criquet. Theres really not all that much ship between me and the kit anyway. The Criquet lost power years ago, and being a glider extraordinaire anyway we almost had to get out and push the thing in for a landing on an access road in a huge lemon grove. I was all excited about actually using my PSK. Then this Californio orchard manager drove up in a company truck and gave us a ride back to the airport. I could have killed him with my Fallkniven, I was so disappointed. But he had a 12 guage for lemon poachers <img src="/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />