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Part three
I pulled her to a flatter grassy place then rolled over on my back and just faded away. No more shivering. Didn’t feel cold, Just felt dreamy and wanted to sleep and close my eyes. I was losing my race with hypothermia.
Going back to the 1970’s, Eddie Bauer was then selling clothing that were real outdoor and even frontier worthy
One item which I bought then was a matching set of super course wool underwear top and bottom. They were made by and for Norwegian fishermen who might be exposed to hypothermia in so many ways, and were dyed jet black. The wool used to make this underwear was supposed to have been cut from the sheep’s back which is where, by the needs of nature, the most lanolin, wool oil is.
In the product description they advised a buyer that washing, even dry cleaning could compromise the lanolin. This seemed like an odd way saying “don’t wash them”. I guess a little extra odor would not be a big deal to these already smelly fishermen.
We all know that oil and water don’t mix. Outdoor wisdom suggests wearing wool because even when wet it still retains the majority of its heat retention properties. But there is more.
Recent studies have taken this further. When wool gets wet, it actually produces heat. The oil and water are making heat chemically by repelling each other. Polar and non-polar molecules are in a heat/calorie producing fight.
This underwear outlasted two wives.
Both were obsessed with washing these garments, which I never allowed. We had fights over this. My first wife named my underwear “Black Stench”, but twice it saved me from hypothermia. Once after breaking through thin ice and getting totally submerged at 10 below zero while deer hunting back east.
Beyond my underwear I was totally dressed in the best wool.
I woke up with my face feeling this stinging sensation. It was snow falling. A front was coming in. And I was shivering again. A good sign, my body was coming back to to life. Rapid muscular contractions to produce heat. I turned my head, saw the dead antelope with my rifle and pack still tied to her.
I felt my body growl.
My hand reached down for my WW2 U.S.N. pilots' knife that has become such a part of my life. It felt right in my hand. Always has.
I had it with me 53 years ago when I was taken with a notion to cross part of the Canadian Rockies alone with it as my only weapon/tool. I had a brown canvas Boy Scout backpack I named “Brownie”. Used hiking boots I bought in a pawn shop in Tucson. Arizona. No tent, no maps available then, no trail system, just go, me and my knife into the big, lonely country.
I got on my knees, this with this “life partner knife” in my hand, was still shivering but gutted her out about as carefully as a hungry bear or wolf would. Then I saw what I craved, her steaming hot bloody liver.
I gobbled it down, maybe half drinking it. Felt the juicy warmth on my face, in my mouth, down my throat, dripping down my neck and then into my stomach.
Never had such a savage experience before eating anything. I wasn’t eating. I was blood thirsty and gorging on heat and energy. My hands were all bloody
My shivering stopped.
Absolutely never, will I hold this kind of survival “blood lust, meat lust” against any predator fighting to stay alive. I got it, deep and personal!
I finished gutting her out properly. Felt my warmth and energy return. Walked back downstream to my truck and got into warm dry wool clothes. I wasn’t a bit hungry for typical carbohydrate high sugar snacks. They seemed like “toy food” to me then.
I started the truck, soon felt the heater working, saw the snow building up on my windshield and went back for my antelope.
In all these doings it never occurred for me to look in the mirror. When I did, I laughed real loud. Then I washed all the dried blood off my face and neck.
I am now 77, but was in my early 60’s then, getting old or getting better! In 1962 the 283 V8 Chevy motor became the famous 327 V8. Vroom Vroom ! Automotive history was made.
Was this hunt and the risks worth it ? Hell yeah! It felt so good to feel such high performance inside me coming out. To feel so alive !
In a real adventure you should get to look over the edge, with the confidence that you have skills and grit not to fall into the abyss and then come home safe and sound
It was such a great solo hunt, with my red handled USN knife and my old model 70/270 Winchester. My Dear old Carbon Steel Friends.
Oh, here is my favorite Buddy Holly song. “Rave On” Lots of high 427 V8 energy “Vroom Vroom”! I had one on those too, when a dollar bill got you just over 5 gallons of gas.
Hope Guys enjoyed this ride. “Hunt On”
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I pulled her to a flatter grassy place then rolled over on my back and just faded away. No more shivering. Didn’t feel cold, Just felt dreamy and wanted to sleep and close my eyes. I was losing my race with hypothermia.
Going back to the 1970’s, Eddie Bauer was then selling clothing that were real outdoor and even frontier worthy
One item which I bought then was a matching set of super course wool underwear top and bottom. They were made by and for Norwegian fishermen who might be exposed to hypothermia in so many ways, and were dyed jet black. The wool used to make this underwear was supposed to have been cut from the sheep’s back which is where, by the needs of nature, the most lanolin, wool oil is.
In the product description they advised a buyer that washing, even dry cleaning could compromise the lanolin. This seemed like an odd way saying “don’t wash them”. I guess a little extra odor would not be a big deal to these already smelly fishermen.
We all know that oil and water don’t mix. Outdoor wisdom suggests wearing wool because even when wet it still retains the majority of its heat retention properties. But there is more.
Recent studies have taken this further. When wool gets wet, it actually produces heat. The oil and water are making heat chemically by repelling each other. Polar and non-polar molecules are in a heat/calorie producing fight.
This underwear outlasted two wives.
Both were obsessed with washing these garments, which I never allowed. We had fights over this. My first wife named my underwear “Black Stench”, but twice it saved me from hypothermia. Once after breaking through thin ice and getting totally submerged at 10 below zero while deer hunting back east.
Beyond my underwear I was totally dressed in the best wool.
I woke up with my face feeling this stinging sensation. It was snow falling. A front was coming in. And I was shivering again. A good sign, my body was coming back to to life. Rapid muscular contractions to produce heat. I turned my head, saw the dead antelope with my rifle and pack still tied to her.
I felt my body growl.
My hand reached down for my WW2 U.S.N. pilots' knife that has become such a part of my life. It felt right in my hand. Always has.
I had it with me 53 years ago when I was taken with a notion to cross part of the Canadian Rockies alone with it as my only weapon/tool. I had a brown canvas Boy Scout backpack I named “Brownie”. Used hiking boots I bought in a pawn shop in Tucson. Arizona. No tent, no maps available then, no trail system, just go, me and my knife into the big, lonely country.
I got on my knees, this with this “life partner knife” in my hand, was still shivering but gutted her out about as carefully as a hungry bear or wolf would. Then I saw what I craved, her steaming hot bloody liver.
I gobbled it down, maybe half drinking it. Felt the juicy warmth on my face, in my mouth, down my throat, dripping down my neck and then into my stomach.
Never had such a savage experience before eating anything. I wasn’t eating. I was blood thirsty and gorging on heat and energy. My hands were all bloody
My shivering stopped.
Absolutely never, will I hold this kind of survival “blood lust, meat lust” against any predator fighting to stay alive. I got it, deep and personal!
I finished gutting her out properly. Felt my warmth and energy return. Walked back downstream to my truck and got into warm dry wool clothes. I wasn’t a bit hungry for typical carbohydrate high sugar snacks. They seemed like “toy food” to me then.
I started the truck, soon felt the heater working, saw the snow building up on my windshield and went back for my antelope.
In all these doings it never occurred for me to look in the mirror. When I did, I laughed real loud. Then I washed all the dried blood off my face and neck.
I am now 77, but was in my early 60’s then, getting old or getting better! In 1962 the 283 V8 Chevy motor became the famous 327 V8. Vroom Vroom ! Automotive history was made.
Was this hunt and the risks worth it ? Hell yeah! It felt so good to feel such high performance inside me coming out. To feel so alive !
In a real adventure you should get to look over the edge, with the confidence that you have skills and grit not to fall into the abyss and then come home safe and sound
It was such a great solo hunt, with my red handled USN knife and my old model 70/270 Winchester. My Dear old Carbon Steel Friends.
Oh, here is my favorite Buddy Holly song. “Rave On” Lots of high 427 V8 energy “Vroom Vroom”! I had one on those too, when a dollar bill got you just over 5 gallons of gas.
Hope Guys enjoyed this ride. “Hunt On”
Mustangs Rule
