Jerry, how did this happen? I understand though how a dog can make you safer while working. The little dog I have now, hates saws, but keeps away grizzlies.
John
Jack is certainly fearless, it may get him killed one day but lets hope not.
My yellow collie dog and I were inseperable growing up, we travelled the backwoods together all year round. One winter we both hiked back into one of our backcountry camps in mid January, stayed safe and snug overnight in the ole log camp. Next morning it was -22F and the wind was kicking up a bit but not really bad for travelling so we set out for home by 10:30, five hours should take us home, lakes frozen over hard, hard crust on the snow with just a little loose stuff blowing about a bit. Walking out through the woods was fairly easy, crossing the many lakes was quite cold,by 2:30 it started snowing and it really was coming down by 3 o`clock, whiteout in the open areas and the deepening snow slowed our progress. We made it to the tidal estuary, salt water, by 3:45, the tide was at a spring tide high which was very bad for getting on the ice. There was 2-3 feet of water over the ice close to shore, a 12-20 foot space of water between shore and the floating ice out on the salt water blocked our path. Down the shore a bit there was a little closer gap, maybe 10 feet, the shore there was cliff like,steep. I cut a tree up on the cliff side and limbed it, then hefted it up and with a big toss I propelled it outward to bridge the gap, a durn pin knot caught my cuff and pulled me along with the tree off the cliff. I hit the ice head first and went entirely through between the floating clumpers.I came to with my dog holding my head above water, he had the hood of my coat in his teeth, there was a large red stain on the ice in front of me but I paid it no mind. With my dogs help I pulled myself out of the water and onto the floating ice of the estuary. I knew this was," bad", the wind was now blowing 40-45 mph Northwest, I could not see more than 50' due to whiteout, swirling snow,. It was 2.5 miles to home and not really easy going, my dog was just looking at me for some direction on what to do, he looked me right in the eye, tilting his head left to right with ears straight up, I said," home boy", and he started off not looking back for the firts couple of hundred feet, then he would take a glance back every so often to see if I was following. We crossed 2 miles of open on the ice, could barely see 20' but after 45 mins there was the treeline on my right, we were 50' from where the path to home met the ice, I managed to get off the ice to the trees with just getting one foot wetter. At this point my outer jacket and top shirt were frozen rock hard, my black wool Murphys also rock hard but my Stanfields were the only thing not yet frozen. The snow was really piled into the woods on this side of the river but my dog would throw himself forward 20' at a time and come back to tug at me to keep me going, we had to climb up 300' of a 30-40 deg angle hill to get to the top, I pulled myself up by grasping small trees and branches, my dog helping all the way. By 4:30 I had topped the hill, a couple of hundred yards more and I was headed down hill where i fell, slid and stumbled down to the road. All I had to do was make it 1/4 mile more and I would be home, that is where I thought I hit the wall, but I would not allow myself to stop, guess I must have stumbled that 1/4 mile to the house but I really can`t rember that too well. I remember clearly making it to the door but my hands could not grip the door knob, and I must have made enough racket that my dad heard me and came to the door, the look on his face told me everything at a glance. He was a war vet and had seen many horrible sights during fighting but was actually shocked to see me. I fell inward on the floor of the porch and dad tried to get my coat off but immediately realised that everything on me was frozen rock hard. He pulled me into the bathroom like skidding a seal and with my limited help rolled me into the bathtub while running hot water into the tub to thaw my clothes. I rember seeing riverlets of frozen blood on the front of my High Artic Survival coat and the sting of cuts told me I had some facial damage. After 4-5 mins we started to get my coat and the rest of my clothes off a little at a time as the hot water thawed the ice. When I finally got to see myself through all the mess on my face I shocked myself at first but a lot of it was just frozen/dried blood and once it washed off there was only 5 cuts that probably needed stiches, we glued it up with pine pitch instead. Less than 2 hours after making it home I was eating a meal at the table, my dog ate the same meal at my side.
Pioneerguy600