- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
ok, lets meet Rambo.
Uber-confident young man in his early twenties. When asked, he'd comment "I don't need a compass, direction comes to me naturally"
This was before the advent of GPS.
So, this one day he determined that the usual guys were not pushing bush the way he thought was best, and decided to give it a go himself. He had never done this part of the bush before, and the walk is typically 2 hours.
It was 2pm when he headed in.
Now all out guys are by agreement going to stay on their watches until the guy pushing, the 'dogger' comes out. This is to prevent him walking right over the line and really getting lost.
So I was a tad surprised when I saw one of the guys coming up the path.
Geeze he said, it'll be dark in half an hour, you suppose he's lost?
We decided to wait it out, and he returned to his spot.
at the end of legal light, it was apparent the guy was lost.
None of us had a flashlight, we had intended on leaving that area before dark.
But, the skies were clear, and the stars were bright. I volunteered to walk the run backwards under star light, this run had a thick canopy, and the walking was the best we have, open hardwoods. I was the logical candidate, as I'd walked it more than anyone else, and knew what to look for along the way.
The rest of the guys went out near the end to holler, and blow whistles/honk horns.
The walk was uneventful, even beautiful, the star light throwing strange shadows about. I was blowing my whistle, and hollering as I walked.
As I approached The end I heard the guys holler he was out.
Punctuated by Rambo firing a few rapid fire from his M1 carbine to confirm the fact.
As I approached, I noted he was wet from the arm pits down. "Didn't you find the beaver dam" I asked.
He berated me, saying there was no F'n beaver dam. so I walked up closer, and he could see I was completely dry.
About the only time He shut up.
couldn't have heard him anyway, the rest of the camp was busting a gut.
Uber-confident young man in his early twenties. When asked, he'd comment "I don't need a compass, direction comes to me naturally"
This was before the advent of GPS.
So, this one day he determined that the usual guys were not pushing bush the way he thought was best, and decided to give it a go himself. He had never done this part of the bush before, and the walk is typically 2 hours.
It was 2pm when he headed in.
Now all out guys are by agreement going to stay on their watches until the guy pushing, the 'dogger' comes out. This is to prevent him walking right over the line and really getting lost.
So I was a tad surprised when I saw one of the guys coming up the path.
Geeze he said, it'll be dark in half an hour, you suppose he's lost?
We decided to wait it out, and he returned to his spot.
at the end of legal light, it was apparent the guy was lost.
None of us had a flashlight, we had intended on leaving that area before dark.
But, the skies were clear, and the stars were bright. I volunteered to walk the run backwards under star light, this run had a thick canopy, and the walking was the best we have, open hardwoods. I was the logical candidate, as I'd walked it more than anyone else, and knew what to look for along the way.
The rest of the guys went out near the end to holler, and blow whistles/honk horns.
The walk was uneventful, even beautiful, the star light throwing strange shadows about. I was blowing my whistle, and hollering as I walked.
As I approached The end I heard the guys holler he was out.
Punctuated by Rambo firing a few rapid fire from his M1 carbine to confirm the fact.
As I approached, I noted he was wet from the arm pits down. "Didn't you find the beaver dam" I asked.
He berated me, saying there was no F'n beaver dam. so I walked up closer, and he could see I was completely dry.
About the only time He shut up.
couldn't have heard him anyway, the rest of the camp was busting a gut.




















































