KnightoftheRoc wrote:by-the-throat wrote:You fail at survivalism, sir, and make us all look bad in the bargain.
I concur with others. Solo survival is a fantasy. I don't care how brilliant and hairy chested you are, you can be the living incarnation of John J. Rambo and still slip a disc and starve to death with your arm outstretched towards a bag of rice on the counter.
I was in a situation recently where me and another of the group were going to go on an altoids tin and knife only mock bugout for three days, and he had to back out due to work obligations but I had the option of going solo. I chose not to for that very reason.
When I herniated three disks in my back, it happened at home, in my bed. I was basically unable to move at all without EXTREME pain, and this inside my comfy apartment. Had I been outdoors, in a survival or even just camping situation, and alone, my chances of survival would have dropped to zero. How did I herniate three disks, you ask? Why, all I did was sleep in a bad position- when I went to get up for work, pop! No more legs, just a world of hurt. I barely managed to get downstairs to go see the doctor- took me a half hour to go down one flight of stairs. Hiking a trail, out of the question.
A few years ago I undertook an 18-mile hike during the weekend. Nothing crazy but still some ground. I was packing around 35lbs attempting to jump a stream rock to rock. The last one was unstable and moved. Just made it to the bank and didn't think anything of it. My heel started to hurt and ignored that. The next day it was worse but finished the 9-miles back. Drove home and slept like any other night.
In the morning I couldn't move my heel and the pain was insane. Welcome to plantar fascitis. It wasn't life or death but was basically incapacitated for a few weeks. If I had to deal with winter weather, finding water and food it could have been the start of a downward death spiral over a stupid little injury.