Originally Posted by
Wildthang
I was lost in the woods when I was 10 years old for about a week. I went to colorodo with my dad to dear hunt. He took me out into the woods, and told me to hunt there. I had a backpack with some basics stuff, and even had a small tarp, food, matches, and rope along with a thin sleeping bag.
Well I hit a deer but it wasn't a clean shot, so I took off after the bood trail, and like a dummy, I didn't take a heading, or pay any attention to where I was going. Well at dark I still haven't found the deer, and I was cold and tired and lost as heck.
I built a shelter, a fire, and camped in. The snow covered my tracks after a while, so I figured back tracking would be impossible. I had been there about a week, when a black bear came into my camp attacked me. He had me on the ground, and was right at my throat, when Big Foot grabbed him and pulled him off of me. I owe my life to Big Foot!
