Dismissing some Deus Ex Machina miracle (angels bearing fire, suddenly really warm weather, or well-equipped and benificent passersby), he's toast (or unless George gets to him soon enough). The only way you escape stage 2 hypothermia is by getting warm, unless you're very lucky, and he's past the point where he can keep warm by exercising, doing isometrics, etc., because his brain can no longer control his body. With all of the blood being diverted to the vital core organs, he has lost the ability to coordinate the movement of his arms and legs. He can't stand, walk, grasp, lift, or even think in any kind of a straight line. Or maybe he has a deep will to survive, and can rally his sh*t together. That really counts for a lot, and it's down deep, but if you can tap it, it's worth more than all the gear in the world. Give up, quit fighting, and you're dead. You might be be dead anyway, but it's better to go out kicking, unless it's the place you've chosen. I think Fred's not long for this world. C'mon, Chad, surprise me. This is a great thread, a real learning experience!