Don't set off on the snowy mountain drive with a half tank of gas. Don't climb mountains in winter storms. Don't be upset when your balls freeze to your thigh.
Who is more alive, the drunk in the hammock on the beach or the fanatic breathing his last oxygen bottle on the mountain ridge dreading the thawing of his toes? An argument could be made for both, sure. You can count on my toes in the sand. I'll carve coconuts and drink kava with the natives.
Cheers.
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There is a time for risk and there is time for reward. For some, it is the same.
I am totally with you ODES. I mean, these people think they are so ambitious. They set out on some stupid mission, end up getting lost and their foolishness becomes everybody else’s problem. I bet they are cussing the search and rescue teams in their heads out for not finding them faster.
What are they trying to prove? Probably the same type of people who take a perfectly good day-drinking Sunday and choose to run a marathon. Fools.
Anonymous makes a good point. Think about the families of those poor search and rescue folks. While their loved one is out there in the cold and the muck looking for some idiot who stumbled off course without an extra pair of socks, someone has to wait around watching cartoons until they come home.
Think of all the wasted Mac and Cheese dinners being tossed in the garbage and all the starving children in Pakistan who could have wrapped it in a tortilla and kept from starving while Sally Struthers feasts on bon bons a Cheesy Poofs in Ethiopia.
And, Anonymous, if it were me I would totally blame the search and rescue teams. I would also wish for death and the warm sulphery fires of hell. We learned that from James Kim. I mean in this day and age it’s unbelievable they can’t find these guys. They must be terrorists like Bin Laden. Those types always seem so elusive.
I think the S&R guys are using the wrong tools for the job. Send the dogs out. If I ever do something like that I’m going to carry some chum on me. That way you can send the St. Bernard with the little whiskey barrel after me (Wild Turkey 101, not the 80 proof crap) and he’ll find me pretty quick.
Nice Post Odes. Bonus props for the pic.
Anonymous you're killing me. Why you gotta be anonymous? Reveal yourself.
Drewcifer should try to be more original.
I wasn't aware we were being graded by school-marm Morrison.
Maybe they are hiding out in embarrassment. Hiding because they were stupid enough to get themselves in this predicament. I’d find the nearest cave and just suffer in silence until the search and rescue teams gave up. It is that embarrassing.
Would you rather be adrift in a boat on the ocean or stranded on a mountain in a storm?
Anonymous is probably Fucking Schoen. He doesn't want to ruin his nay-sayer rep.
If I have to die, then I'll take the mountain storm. Hypothermia results in a warm feeling followed by irresistable sleep and death. You know, kind of pleasant compared to the agony of dehydration, starvation and third degree sunburns.
If I get to live in the end, then the boat. Fishing, sleeping... bliss.
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