Notes for Field Packing:

Some Guidelines for Your Pack and What is in It

· Do not take more than you need.

· Remember what tools can be recreated in the field and what cannot be easily replaced.

· Have small parcels to store misc. items within the pack more easily.

· The shape of your pack matters, a pack resting against your shoulders tends to be more comfortable but avoid having it be wider than the shoulders as this can make moving through brush more difficult.

· When choosing a pack, look for one with a large compartment and a couple outer pockets. Sturdy material is a necessity to avoid tearing when loaded. Places to tie to or toggles are also a good feature to keep in mind.

· A personal pack for a single individual setting out for two months should not weigh more than 50 lbs.

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“When in a survival scenario it is important to make it as easy as possible to be found by any searchers looking for the stranded individual.” The man frowned as he took in his surroundings, “No visible tracks or signs of any type of trail and nothing familiar in sight.” He sighed, gently scratching the back of his head beneath the brim of the hat he wore, “People do not just appear in the middle of nowhere fully packed for an expedition in the bush.”

Perhaps whatever is causing the head pain is causing other impairments as well?

Note to Self

Cognitive Processes Are Likely Unsound to Some Degree

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It is already important to not make drastic risks when stranded. In light of m̸̢̨̛͚̪͖͇͍͖̩̩̰͌̀̋͊̒͊̾̕y̸̼̫̙͖̘̩͇͚̲͇̯͆͛̑͆́̌̃̌̔̈́̑̈͠ ̴̡̝͖͇̤̠͚̗̝͓̱͈̦̟͕̪͋̈́͌̓͗̔̊́̊̇͐͘͝ṁ̸̨̞̭̠̰͎̰̬̙̠̠̪͈̳̣̾͆͗̾͂͌̒͒̃͌̄̒̃͂̒̚ḯ̵̡̛͖̹͔̖͐̋̉͋̌̅̒̿̒́̈́̕ǹ̴̺͕̰̬̭̪̖̘̣̔͂͋͒͊̅̏͌̇̄̕͝ͅͅd̴̢̧̙͍̘̳̜͎̺̮̺͍̯̩̗̞̰͛̓̏̚͠͝͠ͅ ̵̺̘̾̈́͆̀̓͑̈́͘͘b̵̰̙̳̠̿e̴̙̥͚͚̜̼̼̯̎̓̾̎͋͊̐͑͑̿̄̈́͘̚͠͠i̸̡̝̭̜͇̬̺͔̞̙͗̈͋̎̅̿ǹ̴̤͇̯̘̖͍̜͈̀̈́͊͗̓̽̌̉͘̕͝͝͠͝͝ǵ̸̯̹͕̹̆̔͑̉ ̶̢͉̗͙͔̆̚͠i̴̧͎͖̻̠͌̀̂͊͊̚͜͝n̸͎̩̗̫̪̣̲̘̮̠̗̟̣̙̲̯͊̎̅̽̀̄̆̀͝ ̴̮̹͈͊͜͠q̷̧̨̜͇̭͙͉͔̯̰̺̣̪̜̳̭̭̫͛͒ų̸̧̱̤̥̯͍̰͎̬͒͐̑̔̈́͜e̸̖̠͈̮̝̓̏̋́͂̌͌͑̕͜͝s̸͓̺̜̥̋̈̌̄̚t̸̨͕͕͕͗̍̓̑͋͒͋̀̓̂̃i̷̭͈̪̰̟̣͚̦͖̰͓͈̳̱̝͙͐̐̅͂͋̊̿͋̍̉̓͊͛̓́ͅͅo̶̹̬̼͇̰̙̜̒͛̀̋͛̀͒̕͠ͅṋ̷͇̝̪̫̗̪͉̰̝̼̭̻̯̱͈̥̓̐̔̂̒̍͋̿̐͘̚͠.̵̨̡͕̲̦̬̮̲͚̦̝̝̰̺̜̯̫̻̈́͌̀.̸͉̲̱̟̘̘͈̘̟̘̮̾̓͐̽̎͒̅̌̈͊̆̋̅͂̚̚͜.̷͓̲̗̝͎͍̽͒̾͘.̸̢͖̱̟͚̟͍͓̦́̔͊̿̂̐͋͊͂̑̎̊̆͒͜.̴̧͙͙̤̜̯̦̣͍̳̥̠̈́̊̏̓̅͊̿̚͝ͅ

A slow breath passed as the pain faded into a weakening pulse. “Things…. Need to be taken carefully. One thing at a time, do not rush decisions, it can be difficult enough to avoid flawed decisions when the possibility of some type of brain damage isn’t on the table.”

Under probing eyes, a raised area resolved into a partially visible hill within the trees. A hand pulls a sturdy brass lensatic compass out of a pocket and carefully holds it steady as those eyes intently began taking a bearing towards this new landmark. With a quiet click, the compass closes and is returned to the pocket. Pacing forward, he made his way in that direction. Every few paces he would snap a branch downward, strip needles from part of a pine, or tear up a bramble.

After a specific number of paces, he would slide a bead up on the pace beads he had hanging from the strap for his pack. He would then look briefly back to check the signs of his passage remained visible. This continued on for some time with an intermittent check on the compass. While passing through the trees the bits and pieces to mark the passing made their way into two draw string pouches inside the haver sack at his side. One held the twigs and other dry things that could be easily used as tinder and kindling. The other held the fresh clean pine needles, a quiet promise of some small comfort to be had at evenings rest.

Time pressed on, as it does, until the arrival at the hill came. And so he stood on his new vantage, gazing at the world around him. A primordial vista stretched out before him, seemingly untouched since creation. Great trees reached upward unbowed by wind or weather. Some might lean and others may fall, but always new growth comes in its own time. Such is the way of the plants of the world, ever reaching their leavy boughs sunward, but never to reach it. Only some of these local participants looked to be familiar varieties of trees.

These thoughts came to mind as the man closed his eyes. “Calm.” A shaky breath. “Staying calm.” Hands tighten. "̴̝́̔͜K̵̠͋e̸̦͌ẽ̷͙ͅp̶̕͜i̸̖͓̓n̵̤̹̈́̂g̸̠̊ ̷͖̐̽c̷̛̳͕o̷̠̙̍̋m̷̻̣͂p̶͈̥͝o̵̼̐̔s̴̰͂ù̸̲̙ȑ̴͎ė̶̬̲.̵̜͑"̵̼̒̏ An eye began to twitch, before a quite curse entered the air. As beautiful at the view might seem, it was what it did not show that was of most concern. No familiar landmarks, and worse yet, no signs of nearby settlements.