...Q - What’s your favourite survival story?

Mors - Well a good local story is that of a remote acquaintance of mine had. He had been out hunting and wasn’t paying attention. The next thing he knew it was dark and he was disorientated. He realised he couldn’t go any further, so he lit a fire but puts his matches naked into his pocket. His buddies miss him and drive to where they think he’s hunting and fire shots into the air, but they leave their engine running so they can’t hear his shots in reply over the engine noise. He assumes they must have heard his shots because they have stopped shooting. So he puts out his fire and heads in the direction of the shots he heard. He eventually comes to the place where his friends had lost patience and gone home because they couldn’t hear him. But now at least he has their tracks to follow. It’s incredibly cold and he tries to light another fire, but the first fire has melted the frost in his clothing so he is now damp and the matches he carelessly put in his pocket are now damp, the heads have gone soft so he was unable to light a second fire. He made it back by following the tracks but he lost his toes in the process. [color:"#666666"]He didn’t know he should take off his wet boots and walk in his wool socks.[/color] He didn’t know he shouldn’t carry matches in his pocket. His buddies didn’t know they should turn their engine off, they assumed they would hear gunshots over the engine. A little knowledge there would have saved him a lot of suffering.

That’s a good local story...