Part 1: The Incident Fred and George are on a 3 day float trip down a remote river. To get to their ‘put in’ spot, they drive 10 miles in George’s car down old dirt forest service roads. Since this is the ‘off season’, they do not see anyone else on the drive in. Fred’s rig has been left at the ‘take out’ spot 20 miles below. They each left a note with their wives letting them know their agenda and when they should be expected home. They packed heavily. Plenty of fishing gear and necessary camping gear. Each has a sturdy personal pontoon boat. This is an annual trip for them. They are very familiar with the area and the details of the float. It is October, and the days are in the 40s to 50s and the nights get just below freezing. Once they put in, the river quickly separates from the road. In fact, the road is seldom closer than a mile from to the river up very steep rugged terrain, and at times it is as much as 4-5 miles away. There are no bridges until you reach the one at the take-out spot. They like it that way, because it means less fishing pressure… They take their time fishing and floating on the first day. With about 1.5 hours of light left, they decide they’ll set up camp just past the next set of rapids. Like all the rapids before, this one looks pretty tame and they let their guard down a little (they are also getting pretty mentally and physically tired at this point). They end up hitting the first small drop about the same time, and about 30 feet apart. About the same time, they both get that “oh crap!” look. A small log is lying across this section of river, just below the surface, but between drops, so it was not seen from above. Next thing they both know, they are flipped into the icy water. George is wearing his PFD. He points his feet downstream and gets ready to deflect himself away from any boulders with his feet. He catches a glimpse of Fred who seems to be OK about 40 feet away from him. George manages to finally make his way to the shore and pull himself up on dry land. Fred was not wearing PFD. He took it off in the previous run because it interfered with his casting and never put it back on again. Fortunately this time, he was able to swim, but he took a beating on the rocks. By the time he reached shore, he had a sprained ankle and lots of bruises. But he was OK. As he laid there on the bank, he looked across the water and spotted George sitting there looking back at him. Fred is on the same side of the river as the road. But he has no idea if it is 1 mile from this spot or 4. He has a ‘pocket survival kit’ in his fishing vest (along with a knife, and basic fly fishing gear such as flies, tippet, floatant, etc). His kit includes water proof matches, small compass, needle and thread, small candle, tinder, whistle, and one of those ‘space blanket’ things that look like folded up tinfoil. George on the other hand has nothing but his PFD and the clothes on his back (breathable waders, now filled with water... and cotton pants and a light cotton shirt - both soaked). He has no injuries, but he’s very cold and a little shaken up. The river is much too wide and fast flowing to for either to cross. And they know from previous trips that it is about a mile up or down river before the first even reasonably safe crossing spot can be found. They can holler to each other, but have a hard time due to the loud river. Their pontoon boats and gear cannot be seen anywhere. They are probably quite a ways down river. The sun is quickly disappearing below the trees and surrounding mountains. They have less than 1 hr of daylight and the temperature will be down to freezing not long after that. OK, that is the scenario. Put yourself in their shoes and tell us how they get out of this mess….. What should Fred do? How about George? Feel free to pick this apart from beginning to end. Tell us why this would never happen to you and so forth. But also consider that it could possibly happen to someone, so the challenge here is to help Fred and George survive, given what you know about their situation.