Title: I'm a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forrest Service, I have some stories to tell. ā Continued, PART 4.
Author: searchandrescuewoods via reddit (u/searchandrescuewoods)
ā PART 4 ā
Hey guys! I'm back from my training op, and IĀ have a lot of really interesting stories to share with you. I've gotĀ enough that I'm going to break them up into two parts, this being theĀ first. I'd love to put them all in one entry, but I just haven't had aĀ chance to write them all down yet. I didn't have anything too crazyĀ happen while I was out there, but we did have one incident with a rookieĀ that I found relevant. Since I'm sure you guys have been waiting forĀ these, I'll just get right into the stories. I'll assign each batch ofĀ stories to the person who told them to me.
K.D:Ā K. D is a vet who's been an SAR officer for about fifteen years. SheĀ specializes in high elevation mountain rescues, and is widely consideredĀ one of the best in her field. She was one of the more enthusiasticĀ storytellers, and since we were together a fair amount during exercises,Ā she ended up telling me about four that really stuck with me.
TheĀ first she told me in response to my asking about her most traumaticĀ calls. She shook her head and told me that really bad calls happen moreĀ frequently on the mountain, since the potential for nasty accidents isĀ higher. About five years ago, one of the parks she worked at had aĀ string of disappearances. It was a bad year, she said, one of the worstĀ on record as far as weather went. They were getting about a foot of newĀ snow every couple of days, and there were a few avalanches that killedĀ some climbers. They'd warned people about staying on the mapped areas,Ā but of course there's always those who don't listen. In one particularlyĀ nasty case, an entire family got wiped out because the father decidedĀ he knew better than the officials, and he took them out into an areaĀ that wasn't safe. They were snowshoeing, and as best K.D could figure,Ā they'd walked onto a shelf of snow that looked solid, but actuallyĀ wasn't. It gave way, and this family went ass over teakettle almostĀ three hundred feet down a slope. They landed on the rocks at the bottom,Ā and the parents died instantly. One of the kids did as well, but theĀ other two survived. One had a broken leg and fractured ribs, the otherĀ was almost unharmed save for some bruising and a sprained ankle. TheĀ uninjured child left his sibling behind and set out to find help. K.DĀ said the kid didn't make it more than half a mile before a stormĀ overtook him. Kid stopped to try and get warm, or maybe just to rest,Ā and ended up freezing to death. They ended up finding the family withĀ the help of some witnesses who saw them heading out into the wilderness,Ā and she was the one to find the kid who'd frozen to death looking forĀ help. She said it had started to snow, just enough to obscureĀ long-distance vision, but not enough to make searching impossible. SheĀ saw a figure sitting in the snow up ahead, and she got to it as quicklyĀ as possible. She described, in detail, how as she got closer, sheĀ realized first that it was a child, second that they were deceased, andĀ third that they had frozen in one of the most pitiful positions she'sĀ ever found a corpse in. The kid was sitting upright, with his kneesĀ tucked up against his chest. His arms were curled around them, and hisĀ head was tucked up in his coat. When she moved the coat to look at hisĀ face, she saw that he'd died crying. His face was twisted, and the tearsĀ were frozen on his cheeks. She said it was painfully obvious that theĀ kid was terrified when he succumbed to hypothermia, and as a mother, itĀ broke her heart. She told me, repeatedly, that she hopes the father isĀ burning in hell as we speak.
TheĀ other traumatic story she told me that stood out, in my mind, was oneĀ that happened when she was a rookie. Her team got a report of anĀ experienced climber who hadn't come home the previous day. His wife wasĀ convinced that something bad had happened, because he'd never failed toĀ come home on time. They went out looking for him, and had to climb whatĀ sounded like some very technically challenging parts of the mountain.Ā They got to a relatively flat area, and K.D started seeing blood in theĀ snow. She followed the trail, and as she went, she started seeing littleĀ bits of tissue. She wasn't sure exactly what body part it had comeĀ from, but the farther she followed it, the more there was. She followsĀ this blood-and-tissue trail to a sheltered area under a cliff face, andĀ she finds the climber. She said there was so much blood, more than she'dĀ ever seen before. He was lying face down, one arm stretched in front ofĀ him, as if he'd died crawling. She looks closer, and sees that he'sĀ been partially disemboweled, which is where the tissue she'd seen hadĀ come from. The guy has an ice pick tucked into a hip holster, and it'sĀ covered in blood. Of course, they'll never be sure exactly whatĀ happened, but she said as best she can figure, this is what went down:Ā The guy had been attempting to climb up to the next area, and had beenĀ using his ice ax to ascend. He'd probably hit a loose patch, and hadĀ fallen. On the way down, or possibly when he landed, he'd gotten impaledĀ by the ax, and it had disemboweled him. He'd drug himself along,Ā tearing pieces of himself out as he went, and had died under the cliffĀ face. She isn't terribly bothered by gore, but I guess a few of the guysĀ who came to help her remove the body threw up when they turned him overĀ and a good portion of his intestines spilled out.
IĀ mentioned to her that I was interested in hearing about any experiencesĀ she had with people completely disappearing. Her eyes light up, and sheĀ leans in close to me. 'Wanna hear a real doozy?' She asks. She tells meĀ about how, when she first started, there was a case that got a lot ofĀ attention in the media. A family had been out berry picking in an areaĀ of the forest very close to the entrance of the park. They had twoĀ little boys, both under the age of five, and at some point during theĀ day, one of them vanishes. There's an absolutely massive search, andĀ they find absolutely nothing. It's another of those cases where it'sĀ like the kid was never there in the first place. The dogs just sit downĀ and don't pick up on anything, no trace of the kid is found. The searchĀ goes on for about two months, but is eventually called off. Fast forwardĀ to six months later. The family comes back to place flowers at aĀ memorial that's been set up there for the kid. They bring their otherĀ son. While they're placing the flowers, they lose sight of the kid forĀ about three seconds, and in that span of time he vanishes into thin air.Ā Now obviously, the parents are beyond devastated. It's awful enough toĀ lose one child, but to lose two is beyond imagining. The search is huge,Ā one of the largest in state history. There are about three hundredĀ volunteers combing every inch of this park, looking for the kid. ButĀ again, there's no trace of him. The search goes on for about a week,Ā with people looking miles from the part of the park he vanished from.Ā And then, almost two weeks later, a volunteer almost fifteen miles fromĀ the designated search area radios in that he's found the kid. TheyĀ assumed that the kid was dead, but the volunteer says he's not onlyĀ alive, he's in good shape. K.D and her team go out to recover the kid,Ā and when they get there, she can't believe that this is the kid that'sĀ been missing. His clothes are clean, there's no dirt on him anywhere,Ā and he doesn't appear traumatized. The volunteer says he found the kidĀ sitting on a log, playing with a little twig bundle that's boundĀ together with some old rope. K.D asks him where he's been, who he wasĀ with for those two weeks, and the kid tells her that he's been with 'theĀ fuzzy man'. Now K.D firmly believes in Bigfoot, so she gets all excitedĀ and asks what he means by fuzzy. Was he hairy? But the kid says no, heĀ wasn't hairy. He was a 'fuzzy man', and he describes a man that'sĀ blurry, 'like when you close your eyes but not all the way closed.' HeĀ says the man came out of the trees and took the kid with him deep intoĀ the woods. The kid says he slept in a hollow tree, and the fuzzy manĀ gave him berries to eat. K.D asks if the man was mean, if he scared theĀ kid, and the kid says 'no, he wasn't scary. but i didn't like how heĀ didn't have eyes.' K.D says they get the kid back to headquarters, and aĀ cop takes him into town to talk to him more about what happened. She'sĀ friends with the cop that talked to him, and she said the kid describedĀ being kept in this tree by the fuzzy man, and given berries whenever heĀ was hungry. He was allowed to wander around a very specific clearing,Ā but when he tried to go further, the fuzzy man would 'get mad and yellĀ real loud even though he didn't have a mouth'. When the kid got scaredĀ at night, the fuzzy man 'made it go brighter' and gave him the twigĀ bundle. He said the fuzzy man was going to keep him, but he had to letĀ him go because the kid wasn't 'the right kind.' He either can't or won'tĀ elaborate more on that. The cops are just sort of left scratching theirĀ heads, and the search for his brother is renewed with no results. TheĀ kid has no idea where his brother might be, and they never find him.
TheĀ last story that K.D told me was of something that happened to her whenĀ she got separated from her training group when she was a rookie. TheyĀ were learning the basics of high elevation belaying on a well-mappedĀ side of the mountain, and she had to use the bathroom. She went offĀ about fifty yards from the group during a meal break, and did herĀ business. I'll tell the rest exactly as she told it to me' 'So I go toĀ take a piss, and once I'm done, I start going back to the group. ButĀ I've only gotten about five feet when I realize that I have no ideaĀ where I am. And this wasn't a 'oh, I got turned around' lost. I mean IĀ had literally no fucking clue where I was. If you'd asked me, I don'tĀ even think I'd have been able to tell you what state we were in. It wasĀ sort of how I imagine people with amnesia feel, you know? You'reĀ completely lost, and you have no idea what to do. So I stood there for aĀ while, just trying to figure out where the fuck I was and what I wasĀ supposed to do. But the longer I stand there, the more confused andĀ turned around I get, so I started walking. As I recall, I just picked aĀ random direction and went for it. And as I'm walking, it's just gettingĀ worse and worse to the point where I have no concept of why I'm on theĀ mountain in the first place. I'm just trudging through the snow, andĀ then I start hearing this voice. It's kind of inside my head, almost.Ā Like if a frog could talk, all low and croaky. And it's telling me overĀ and over 'it's okay, it's okay, you just need to find something to eat.Ā Find something to eat and you'll be okay, just keep walking and findĀ something to eat. Eat. Eat.' So I start looking around for anything thatĀ I can eat, and I swear to god I've never felt that hungry in my wholeĀ life. It was bottomless, and I think I'd have eaten just about anythingĀ you put in front of me right then. I had no concept of time, so I had noĀ idea how long I'd been out when I hear an actual voice coming towardĀ me. I go toward it and see one of the other SARs, and he looks fuckingĀ terrified. He's running toward me, asking if I'm okay and what the hellĀ I'm doing out here. And the scary thing was, as he's running toward me, IĀ kind of see myself reaching into my belt for my hunting knife. I'm notĀ even really thinking about what I'm doing, but what I am thinking isĀ that I have to eat. If I don't eat, I'll never be okay again, so I justĀ have to eat. He sees me doing that and he backs off right away. He yellsĀ at me to put my knife away, that he's not gonna hurt me, and that kindĀ of snaps me back. All of a sudden, I know exactly where I am, and I putĀ the knife away. I run to him and ask him how long I've been gone,Ā thinking he'll tell me I've been gone for half an hour or so. But heĀ tells me I've been gone for two fucking days. I've gone over two peaksĀ and ended up almost on the other side of the mountain, and if I'd keptĀ going, I would have ended up wandering into about three hundred miles ofĀ wilderness. They'd never have found me. He can't believe I'm not dead,Ā and of course I don't know what the fuck to think. To me, no time hasĀ passed at all. I don't say anything, I just go back with him to aĀ rendezvous point and I'm taken back to HQĀ to be airlifted to theĀ hospital. When I get there, they do all kinds of tests, and try toĀ figure out what happened. As best they can guess, I had some kind ofĀ weird fugue state, which is kind of like amnesia, or a weird seizureĀ that knocked my brain out of whack. But the truth is that we reallyĀ don't know. It's never happened again, but I'll tell you, ever sinceĀ then I never go out there alone. People rag on me for making them comeĀ with me when I have to leave the group, but I just tell 'em thatĀ listening to me piss in the snow is better than losing me for twoĀ fucking days on a freezing mountain.'
EW:Ā The next person I talked to was E.W, a former trainer who now works asĀ an EMT. He still comes to ops like this to help out, but doesn't workĀ full-time for us anymore. He specialized in finding lost kids, he justĀ seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to knowing where they'd gone.Ā He's a legend among the more senior vets, but he gets embarrassed if youĀ compliment him on his work. He sat down with me at dinner one evening,Ā and we ended up swapping stories. Most of them were just casual, butĀ when we got on the subject of our weirder calls, I mentioned that I'dĀ had a buddy who'd gone up a set of stairs. He got kind of quiet andĀ asked me if I'd heard of a little boy who'd disappeared from his park aĀ few years back. I hadn't, so he told me this story.
TheyĀ were out looking for this eleven-year-old boy, Joey, who'd gone missingĀ near a river. Of course, the first thought was that he'd fallen in andĀ drowned, but when they brought dogs out, they led SAR officers away fromĀ the river and up into a very densely forested area. When we do searchesĀ for people, we search in a grid pattern, and we search every 'box' ofĀ the grid incredibly thoroughly. What E.W's team noticed right away wasĀ that a very strange pattern was emerging. Dogs in alternating boxes wereĀ picking up Joey's scent, but losing it when they overlapped withĀ another box. If you think of a checkerboard, Joey's scent was beingĀ picked up in random black squares, but never in red. This, of course,Ā didn't make any sense, because how could the kid bounce from area toĀ area without leaving a scent in each place he passed? E.W and hisĀ partner pass into a new box of the grid, and E.W notices a set of stairsĀ about fifty yards away. He tells his partner that they need to go checkĀ near it, but his partner flat-out refuses. He tells E.W that he's madeĀ it a point never to go near any stairs he sees, and that while it may beĀ routine, he's not to pretend that it's normal. He tells E.W that he'llĀ wait in sight while E.W checks. E.W says he was irritated, but he feltĀ for the guy, and didn't push him on the subject. 'I walked over to theĀ stairs. They were small, kind of like stairs into a basement. I don'tĀ really feel strongly one way or the other about them, the stairs I mean,Ā so I wasn't scared or anything. I guess I'm like everyone else, and IĀ just prefer not to think about them too much. 'Anyway, I went over and IĀ could see that there was something lying on the bottom step, sort ofĀ curled up. My hear sinks, because of course you always hope for theĀ best. And we were confident that we'd find this kid alive, because he'dĀ only been missing for a few hours. But I knew right away that it wasĀ him, and that he was dead. He was curled up in a little ball on theĀ step, holding his stomach. It looked like he'd been in horrible painĀ when he died, but I didn't see any blood, except some on his lips andĀ chin. I radioed in that I'd found him, and we got his body back toĀ command. That poor family, they were devastated. The parents couldn'tĀ understand how he'd be dead, 'cause he'd only been gone for such a shortĀ amount of time. And on top of that we didn't have any obvious cause ofĀ death, which just made it worse. I figured he'd probably eaten somethingĀ poisonous, since he was holding his stomach when I found him, but IĀ didn't want to guess. It's hard enough to hear that your kid is dead,Ā let alone have some stupid SAR guy guessing about what happened. TheyĀ took him away, and I went home and tried not to think about it. I hateĀ finding dead kids, man. I loved this job but it's one of the reasons IĀ left. I've got two daughters, and the thought of losing them that wayĀ just...' He choked up a little here. I'm not great with emotional stuffĀ like that, and it's always sort of awkward to see a grown man cry, so IĀ didn't really know what to do. He pulled himself together eventually,Ā though, and he kept going. 'We don't always hear back from the coronersĀ about cause of death. It's not really our job to know, I guess, andĀ sometimes if they think it's foul play they won't tell us because ofĀ legal bullshit. But I've got a friend who works for the sheriff'sĀ department, and he'll usually pass along any interesting info if I ask.Ā In this case, though, I actually got a call from him about a week later.Ā He asks if I remember the kid, and of course I do, and he says someĀ seriously weird shit is going on. He tells me, 'E.W, man, you're gonnaĀ think I'm crazy, but the coroner has no idea what happened to this kid.Ā He's never seen anything like it.' My friend goes on to tell me thatĀ when the coroner opened the kid up, he couldn't even believe what he wasĀ seeing. The kid's organs were like swiss cheese. Quarter-sized holesĀ were punched clean through just about every single organ this kid had,Ā aside from his heart and lungs. But his colon, his stomach, his kidneysĀ and even one of his testicles, were full of these clean holes. My friendĀ said the coroner described it as if someone had taken a hole-punch andĀ punched holes out of everything, they were so neat. But the kid didn'tĀ have a scratch on him, no entry or exit wounds. The closest anyone thereĀ had ever seen like it was a guy who'd filled himself full of buckshot aĀ year or so back while cleaning his rifle. No one had a clue what couldĀ possibly have caused it. My friend asked me if I'd ever heard ofĀ anything like it, or if we'd had similar cases in the past. But I'dĀ never even heard of something like that, and I told him I wasn't goingĀ to be of any help to him. As far as I know, the coroner determined theĀ cause of death as something like 'massive internal bleeding', but no oneĀ knows what really happened. I've never been able to forget that kid. IĀ have nightmares about it sometimes. I don't let my kids go into theĀ woods alone, and when we go together I never let them out of my sight. IĀ used to love it out here. But that case, and a couple others, just sortĀ of ruined it for me.' Dinner was over, so we started to clean up and goĀ back to our cabins. Before we went our separate ways, he put his handĀ on my shoulder and looked at me really close. He tells me that there'sĀ bad things out here. Things that don't care if we have families orĀ lives, or that we can think and feel. He tells me to be careful, and heĀ walks away. I didn't a chance to talk with him again, but that storyĀ stuck with me.
PB:Ā By pure coincidence, I got to talk to another vet, P.B who's been inĀ the SAR field for years. We were
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