Young Brit rescued in the outback,

Posted on February 17, 2013 by KG

not far from here.  What a litany of idiot decisions–the comments below the news article are spot-on. If this clown has been paid for the interview, he should be presented with the bill for his rescue.

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9 Responses to Young Brit rescued in the outback,

  1. Oswald Bastable says:
    February 17, 2013 at 18:16

    dingos have to eat, too…

    • Ronbo says:
      February 17, 2013 at 21:23

      @Oswald:

      The news reports make this idiot look like some kind of hero for surviving his stupidity!

      The upside to the story is that no rescue folks were injured or killed getting this moron to safety.

      This was not the case here in Washington state recently, when some tourist weenie from California decided to climb up one of the taller mountains IN THE MIDDLE WINTER and naturally got stuck about halfway up in a blizzard.

      Unfortunately the weenie had his cellphone and called 911. The rescue people sent a helicopter to get the guy off the mountain – and seeing as how this was THE MIDDLE OF WINTER, the rescue helicopter crashed in blizzard and one man was killed and the rest of the crew injured.

      Of course, the downed helicopter people needed rescue and a team was sent out on the ground – and got the survivors out with only a few cases of frostbite.

      The California dude allegedly stuck on the mountain? After the blizzard ended he hiked back to safety on his own – and didn’t even have the good manners to tell the rescue people that he was back in San Francisco.

  2. KG says:
    February 17, 2013 at 18:24

    :twisted: Pity they missed a meal there…the dingo thing sounds like b/s, too. Hearing them is one thing–that’s a bloody long way from being attacked by one.
    And in 40c, why would you put 33lbs of clothes in a pack and not 20L of water??

    • Ronbo says:
      February 17, 2013 at 22:04

      @KG:

      Must have been a college boy. :mrgreen:

      I remember when I was in Vietnam during the war in 1968, my command sent me and another Military Intelligence soldier out in the jungle to secure some captured commie documents that had been captured by the infantry.

      Anyhow, the two of us had to climb up a mountain to catch up with the infantry and the documents, and my private, a recent graduate/draftee of some elite private college was having trouble keeping up because of his heavy pack that I assumed to be full of ammunition, as I had ordered the night before the patrol.

      So being the kind sergeant that I was in those days, I offered to help him out with the heavy pack, and in the 40c (over 100 degrees F.) the two of us slowly made it up to the top of the mountain, much to the amusement of the infantrymen on the top, who gave us lots of free advice in the last 100 meters.

      Of course, by that time my college frat boy was pretty much all in from fluid loss and only thought to bring one canteen of water (experienced jungle soldiers always had at least four canteens of water)…

      I suppose all the activity and yelling peaked the interest of the commie NVA, so they started a fire fight with the infantry, who happened to be low on ammo, since they had had to fight up the mountain earlier, and when call went out for more bullets, I finally looked into my private’s heavy pack and found ….BOOKS AND JUNK! I kid you not!

      (This in contrast to my backpack was full of ammunition and other lethal stuff that the infantry found rather useful.)

      My PFC was a Nietzsche fan and had several very thick hardcover volumes in the pack, along with his movie camera, Nikon 35mm still camera and lots and lots of film/batteries/etc. :evil:

      The infantry sergeant saved the life of my fat young private after the fire fight (which ended about the same time everyone on our side ran out of bullets) as I tried to beat him to death with fists of fury. :mrgreen:

      Later when I calmed down, I asked, “Why the books?”

      Answer, “Hey sarge, it gets boring out here in the field and Nietzsche is so cool about what he said concerning the superman.”

      “Why the cameras, batteries and film?”

      Answer: “To record an infantry patrol in Vietnam for my girlfriend back in the States.”

      The enemy documents and a very beat up PFC with a black eye made it back to base camp, but not Nietzsche or the cameras. :mrgreen:

  3. dondiego says:
    February 17, 2013 at 18:38

    I read/skimmed a bit of that article at the supermarket. Mum’s on her way from England.
    My idea for tourist/immigrant entry in N.Z holds good for Australia too: A basic common sense test, along with a minimum I.Q (should that still be witnessed to fail after six months- young people act up on the piss away from home etc) then plus a bond/ entry-fee (refundable of course, but just in case the behaviour results in a deportable offence [I saw a Welsh 20something in action- so it’s not uncommon]) then there’s the ticket home.
    My Czech mate told me of another Czech who assaulted a bloke to be sent back from N.Z.

    Also of note, those plonkers who got hit by a croc up the Territory http://www.news.com.au/travel/news/leaping-crocodile-lands-on-tourist/story-e6frfq80-1226540120746 Freshwater. Salty would’ve eaten him. Signs at a swimming hole I visited up there said “Freshy & Salty have been seen here.

    And now for the OT: http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/024257.html
    It’s long, I’m up to part VI and thought your readers might like it.

  4. KG says:
    February 17, 2013 at 18:48

    Anybody who goes swimming in a Territory billabong is too stupid to tie his own shoelaces. I’ve seen salties out on the blacksoil plains in the dry season, travelling between waterholes and at least a kilometre from the nearest water.

    • Ronbo says:
      February 17, 2013 at 21:07

      Rule Number One of swimming in the lakes of Florida – DON’T DO IT!

      *Unless you’re a Leftist college professor/politician/activist in which case Mr. Al E. Gator will love his manwich. :mrgreen:

  5. KG says:
    February 17, 2013 at 18:49

    That link looks excellent, Dondiego. Thanks. I’ve bookmarked it.

  6. Darin says:
    February 18, 2013 at 02:25

    City people,they are their own worst enemy.Even where I live there are still swamps 50 or 60 miles across with no cellphone service and poor GPS reception and people STILL get lost and die in them.And there is no excuse for it since a good compass can be had for less than $10.