ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Doug found a small corner to curl up for the night. He dug into an old, empty burrow in the side of the creek’s cut walls. He pulled several cattails to eat the roots. The fat brown heads went into a pocket for either tinder or fluffed up for insulation. A chunk of Tyvek that normally stayed folded in with his water bladder got used to scoop up leaves and pine needles to become insulation under him. He didn’t want to use it over him since it was white and would be easily seen. He spent some time filtering water and reloading his water containers.
Although he was able to get the cattails, he didn’t get much in the way of crayfish or fish. He would have to do with what he had. He missed his wool cap, but Angelique needed it more. He had his brimmed hat and that would have to suffice. A couple of mobic for the pain and off to sleep.
When dawn came, Doug took some time to heat water for a cup of soup. The fire was small and virtually smokless. He needed the calories and the warmth as a pick me up. While waiting for the water to heat, he looked at his map of the park. He knew about where he was. He was actually near one of the areas he did survival training with John and Garen’s group. He didn’t remember if they had left behind any caches. John frequently had the last class bury one for the next class. It gave him a way to make the students use what they learned. It was worth checking.
It took him a couple hours to get up into the area he was looking for. Next thing was looking for one of John’s sign posts. Doug was looking for a nail about waist high pounded into a tree. He gave himself no more than an hour to find it. If he didn’t, he would move on.
About forty-five minutes in, he finds the nail. Next step is examining the nail. He remembers listening to John explain it to the students.
“The top of the nail is a clock. When you are facing the tree with the nail in front of you, you are at the bottom of the clock. Feel the rim of the nail. Where you feel the notch or notches, pay attention to where on the circle. It then tells you where around the tree is the cache. The number of notched gives the number of arm spans from the trunk. For opsec, you can always change your position viewed from in your mind.”
Doug found the notch. Next, he matched the clock position and started searching the ground where his calculations would put it. He had no idea what might be in the cache, but more options were better than less options.
About a foot and a half down, his fingers felt rubber. He pulled the object free. It was a tractor innertube, filled and sealed. He found the double thickness on the inside edge. Using his pocket knife, he made a slit in the doubled over section, revealing the contents.
There were no surprises inside. No big earth shattering items, but several useful ones. A camouflage tarp with some bungies was in there for shelter. Several collapsible water flasks for holding water and some electrolyte packets were in there for the hydration issues. A small alcohol stove and a pint flask of straight grain would let him heat things with a low signature. A multi-tool and three MREs rounded out the supplies. Overall, not a lot, but it would help. Now he could focus some more on getting to the cabin without worrying about supplies for a bit. He was moving slow enough as it was. Between the headache and the bouts of blurry vision, it was hard enough. Step by step.
Although he was able to get the cattails, he didn’t get much in the way of crayfish or fish. He would have to do with what he had. He missed his wool cap, but Angelique needed it more. He had his brimmed hat and that would have to suffice. A couple of mobic for the pain and off to sleep.
When dawn came, Doug took some time to heat water for a cup of soup. The fire was small and virtually smokless. He needed the calories and the warmth as a pick me up. While waiting for the water to heat, he looked at his map of the park. He knew about where he was. He was actually near one of the areas he did survival training with John and Garen’s group. He didn’t remember if they had left behind any caches. John frequently had the last class bury one for the next class. It gave him a way to make the students use what they learned. It was worth checking.
It took him a couple hours to get up into the area he was looking for. Next thing was looking for one of John’s sign posts. Doug was looking for a nail about waist high pounded into a tree. He gave himself no more than an hour to find it. If he didn’t, he would move on.
About forty-five minutes in, he finds the nail. Next step is examining the nail. He remembers listening to John explain it to the students.
“The top of the nail is a clock. When you are facing the tree with the nail in front of you, you are at the bottom of the clock. Feel the rim of the nail. Where you feel the notch or notches, pay attention to where on the circle. It then tells you where around the tree is the cache. The number of notched gives the number of arm spans from the trunk. For opsec, you can always change your position viewed from in your mind.”
Doug found the notch. Next, he matched the clock position and started searching the ground where his calculations would put it. He had no idea what might be in the cache, but more options were better than less options.
About a foot and a half down, his fingers felt rubber. He pulled the object free. It was a tractor innertube, filled and sealed. He found the double thickness on the inside edge. Using his pocket knife, he made a slit in the doubled over section, revealing the contents.
There were no surprises inside. No big earth shattering items, but several useful ones. A camouflage tarp with some bungies was in there for shelter. Several collapsible water flasks for holding water and some electrolyte packets were in there for the hydration issues. A small alcohol stove and a pint flask of straight grain would let him heat things with a low signature. A multi-tool and three MREs rounded out the supplies. Overall, not a lot, but it would help. Now he could focus some more on getting to the cabin without worrying about supplies for a bit. He was moving slow enough as it was. Between the headache and the bouts of blurry vision, it was hard enough. Step by step.
