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Filed By: Jeff
Number of People Encountered: 0-10 ppl
Recommend to a Friend: Highly
Report: The desert as it was...sun baked, harsh, beautiful. Very isolated even along the roadways, with miles of roadless desert. Just passed thru, but will be back. If you go take water, water, water. Strangley desolate place between Arizona's two largest cities.
Filed By: Shelly
(Avra Valley (Marana), AZ)
Number of People Encountered: 0-10 ppl
Recommend to a Friend: Not Recommended
Report: IRONWOOD NATIONAL FOREST, DESERT SURVIVAL
America is fighting terrorism across the seas. However we have our very own ongoing terrorism against american citizens with in America. I have been raised in a town called Avra Valley just northwest of Tucson. And spent much of my childhood in the desert. However, I have found out first hand, that now by doing this you are taking your life into your own hands just to go out and enjoy our desert due the heavy illegal alien smuggling.
The smugglers are commonly referred to as "coyotes."
On Saturday, August 31, 2002 my boyfriend, Roger Sargeant, I and my two kids Michaela, 5 and Tiffany, 9 went out into the desert in the afternoon to do some target shooting with a new gun we had bought. A .38 revolver. And a 12 gauge shot gun we had borrowed from a neighbor. We sat out to shoot by some big pine trees, known to most area residents. However there was a large group already there. We let the group know we would be shooting and we drove further west so that we may shoot safely.
Roger moved to this area 6 years ago and has rarely explored the desert west of his home. I enjoy showing him things he has never seen and for myself bringing back memories of my childhood.
We was driving south from Avra Valley Road. From what I have been told this dirt road is called Waterman. It was starting to get dark but, I wanted to show Roger where The U of A, from what I was told, used to hold killer bees to study them. And still may. I don't know, the boxes are still there. It is now dark. And after for myself not being in that area of the desert in approximately 6 years. Combined with nothing looks the same at night. I ended up on a road I had never been on before. We later was told we ended up on the Tohono O'odam Reservation. We was driving down this road when I came to a wash. Unsure if we could make it I asked Roger what he thought. He believed we probably could. So I let him drive. Unfortunately again the darkness casting shadows we did not realize it was deeper than it appeared. Our truck bumpers became stuck on the banks of the wash. It is now approximately 9:00 p.m. Roger began putting a jack under the back bumper. And I started to digging the front bumper out with a piece of dead mesquite. In hopes to get the truck forward enough to make it through. Roger got it jacked up and I got the front of the truck dug out. We then tried to get out. However the jack fell over and became lodged between the ground and the back bumper. We dug around the jack until 1:30 am. We started three small fires to signal S.O.S. for help. We decided to get some sleep. And will try again at day light when we can see better.
At 4:30 am everyone was up. And more than anxious to get our truck out and go home and get some sleep in our beds and a nice cold drink of water. However after our efforts over a period of 2 1/2 hours Sunday morning we was unable to get the truck out and jack dislodged. So the four of us knowing we was out of water but, were so far from any civilation that we had no choice but to walk to obtain help. On our drive Saturday night we had passed a 80's Ford Bronco that has the windows smashed out, no tires, etc. It appears the vehicle has been dumped. So we thought maybe if we can make it to this Bronco it may have a jack in it. And that is what we needed to get out.
So we took a empty gatorade bottle in the truck and used the melted ice in the cooler to fill it up. Of course the water was dirty from the night before digging in the dirt and reaching in the cooler for a drink. But, it was liquid. We sat out on foot the morning of Sunday, September 1, 2002 at 7:00 a.m. I knew when I looked to the south of us and could see Kitt Peak clearly that we were way out in the desert. Farther than I had ever been. I knew there was a ranch out there called Aqua Dulce Ranch. But, from the area we was stuck in I had no clue how to get there. In our walk to the Bronco we kept saying "is is just right up here" only to realize that the Bronco was alot further away that we had thought.
Both Tiffany and Michaela had umbrellas that we had bought previous. I held my nine year olds umbrella over her head. So to keep the sun off her and help with the overheating process. I brought my purse with the .38 stuck inside. Roger put, my 5 year old, Michaela on his shoulders grabbed the 12 gauge shot gun and we began our walk. After stopping several times to find shade for the girls. For my 9 year old, Tiffany was sobbing her legs were hurting her so bad, her face beet red. She kept asking us to just "please shoot her." That was painful to hear more than I can possible put into words. She wanted Roger to carry her on his shoulders. Roger would tell her, "I'm sorry honey I wish I could but, I can't do it." Us three girls had flip flops on. So consequently my 9 year old, Tiffany ended up with cholla stuck in the side of her foot. It is now noon, the children just couldn't handle the walk, heat and no water. So my boyfriend, Roger Sargeant walked ahead so that we may obtain help sooner, he said, just stay here with the girls and conserve your energy. Roger took the .38 revolver due to it being lighter and gave me the 12 gauge which weighs between 15 - 20 pounds. For he was the one to be doing the walking from there out.
My kids and I sat there for about 20 minutes and then I started questioning the idea of sitting there. Due to what if he pushes through the desert heat to hard and dies. If we was to stay put we may never get help ourselves.
So the kids and I walked off and on through Sunday. I carried for the rest of our walk a combined weight of 65 pounds which included, my 5 year old, Michaela of 41 pounds, my purse, and the 12 gauge shot gun. As Tiffany walked even though her little legs were aching her. For I could not carry her either. Checking pretty much every water bottle, and jug left out there from the illegals traveling through. Only to find every single one did not even have a drop in it or were so weathered and busted from being out there so long. And also I knew that Roger told us to stay put and if there was to be any water he would have already gotten it. We followed Roger's tracks to look for any evidence that someone had maybe picked him up and they was going for water for us and in case he collasped of the side of the road. My nine year old remembered a water tank ahead from the night before. So we strived to get to this tank in hopes of water. Only to finally reach there in absolute dire need of water, and discover the tank was dry. There is a open well behind the tank that goes over a hundred feet deep that when throwing a rock in it you could here a splash. But, of course no way to obtain that water. This was so frustrating. So I opened a valve on the water tank hoping that it would fill the tank across the road. Which was a concrete tank that the ranchers used to give water to their ranch cattle. However after turning on the valve and walking across the street I discovered that the end of the pipe was plugged with a big rusty bolt. Even more frustrated and starting to fill ill from feeling so helpless by not being able to give my crying babies a drink, sun exposure, and dehydration. I took the 12 gauge shot gun and shot 3 times at the valve to the water tank. But, yet again that did not even work.
I knew eating cactus was the only thing we could possibly do to get moisture in our mouths in hopes of staying alive. This area was surrounded by Saguaro's, cholla and prickly pear. I know there is no way there could be any moisture in the cholla so I didn't even try. The prickly pear I broke a piece in half. There is no substance let alone moisture inside a prickly pear. I have been told that saguaro are made up of water. And that is why lightening hit them so often. So I shot at a saguaro and dug a piece out. It tastes like it is made of dirt only. Not hardly any moisture to it. In fact the inside looks like sawdust. So I walked and found a hedge hog. I busted that in half. And with my hands split the inside open. This was were we found any hope of some type of moisture. So we ate it. Of course no one liked it. It was also dirty and gritty but, we needed moisture from something fast. After eating a few pieces of it you felt as though your mouth was really sticking together.
At this point it was bad enough from not having any moisture in our mouth. There is no such thing as salvia. In fact your mouth becomes very sticky. The children's top lip was stuck up on their upper gums showing their top teeth. At this point in the trip the kids and I could barely talk let alone walk. So they laid in the shade from the Cattle Tank. Tiffany's eyes were beginning to sink in and have dark brown circles around them. My 5 year old, Michaela laid there and every part of her looked sunked in.
We ate pieces of our cactus. And I walked over to a large area of cholla and sat them on fire in hopes that someone would see the smoke. Even though we was surrounded by mountains. And because of this I knew it had to be a bigger fire. So the smoke could make it above the horizon of the mountains and civilation may see it, hunters, or even a plane flying around.
I spotted a thin blanket hanging from a tree that was 3 X 6 foot. I got that and gave to my kids to lay on. To get them off the ground. Of course it was thin so it didn't help with laying on the rocky terrain. But, it was better than nothing. As I walked back to the girls I seen a Electrolyte bottle on the ground that had moisture in it from condensation amounting to about a tablespoon of liquid. So I picked the bottle up and brought it back to the girls so we could wet our mouths.
There was this area just north of the cattle tank that had big railroad ties used a long time ago for a holding pin for cattle. The cattle pin was laying on the ground in a pile covering approximately a 10 foot x 10 foot area. So I went over there and started that pile on fire. Then I found a tire and threw that on the fire. I knew the tire would put off black smoke. Now I have some black smoke and lots of it!!!!!! Maybe someone will see it!!!!! I began yelling "HELP" several times over. And saying "WATER PLEASE" and "AQUA POR FAVOUR"
And started begging God for help. To save us. And my kids and I kept saying to ourselves and outloud.... come on Roger!!!!!!! I laid beside my kids and began to sob and the realization that we may not make it out of here alive was very real. And the heartbreak from listening to my 9 year old who said once again, "Mommy please shoot me, I can't do this anymore!" I began thinking possibly Roger might have already not made it alive. I started thinking of news reports that have said a human being can not last over 8 hours without water in the desert heat. And we had already been walking without water for over 10 hours. We laid at the water tank for awhile. Every plane as it approached sounded like a vehicle coming up the dirt road. So every plane that went over we would get our hopes up. Kids saying "Momma here comes a car!!!!!!!!! Only to be disappointed and right back with our feelings of desperation.
The smoke and fire began to die down and I knew that those efforts did not work. So the kids and I walked on. Not making it very far at a time before, resting. Dehydration and heat exhaustion was about all we could handle at this point. We just tried to stay strong in our minds which was very hard and do alot of praying. I thought about cutting across the desert instead of following the road because I knew by doing this our walk would be shorter. But, then again if we got off the road and Roger had come back with help we would never be found.
My kids and I came to a Palo Verde tree as the sun was about 1 hour from setting. I cleaned out the underside of the tree. And put the kids umbrella's in the tree for added shade. I then went and got some more hedge hogs from underneath the palo verde tree and began sticking the insides in my kids mouth. I found that the hedge hogs under the palo verde tree was more moist than the ones I had found out in the open. We really needed liquid and it seemed as though this was not in the least helping. My 9 year old remember that in school they taught her that the roots of a plant or tree hold the most moisture. So she asked me to tear of the root of the hedge hog I did and she began sucking on it. She tells me she was getting moisture from it. Although as you can imagine this just is not like getting a drink. I began to feel more and more desperate for water for my children and I. My kids laid there crying and begging weakly for a drink saying "momma I'm thirsty!" I told them "I am sorry, I know but, don't cry your wasting the moisture you have left." I honestly thought I was going to go crazy from the helplessness I felt. I began to sob. Asking God why??? And starting yelling for water once again which is very hard to do when your exhausted and dehydrated. My 9 year old, Tiffany then said Momma I heard someone talking and said, "maybe it is Roger." I thought I did too!!! So I began yelling again for HELP, WATER, and AQUA. My daughter and I both heard laugther coming from west of where we were laying. So I knew at this point we wasn't going to get help from the illegals out there.
In complete desperation and the will to survive we knew our only resort was to drink our own urine. So I peed in the Gatorade bottle we had brought from the truck. Of course I began dry heaving with my first drink but, I knew I could not afford to throw up and lose any moisture. My 5 year old at first would have nothing to do with drinking the urine. I couldn't force the issue of drinking the urine on either of the girls. Mentally this is all wrong. Tiffany being older knew it was some kind of liquid and we had to do it or die, even as sickening as it was. But, after about a half hour she asked me for the bottle.
We walked futher up the road, and the sun was setting. Once again I cleared out an area under a tree. And we all laid there sleeping. With the umbrella's at our head. However the winds started kicking up making the umbrella's constantly flying away. Dark clouds were moving in from the south of us. We hoped and prayed that those clouds would dump some rain on us. As we laid there my 5 year old kept begging "Momma pee!!!!" I was so exhausted and had a hard time awakening. I knew I didn't have much moisture in my body from the dehydration. And that by urinating I was losing that much more. But, what is the sense of surviving if I lose my kids. They are supposed to have their whole life in front of them. So I found the gatorade bottle and was able to get some out for them.
Night fell Sunday and Roger still had not returned. As the night passed on. I and my kids feared the worst had come true for Roger in that he had pushed himself to far by not resting in the shadee and had died. I prayed to god for us and his kids that this was not so. And the best I could hope for was Roger was hanging on to life under some shade until someone could find him.
Along our walk I had picked up many back packs, and a few shirts to help make padding for my kids. We all laid on the ground and were there pretty much most of the night. Even though I knew we the night was the best time walk we just couldn't hardly move at all. I shot three times in the air hoping possibly a hunter would hear the shots. For this was the first day of hunting season. The storm seemed to be moving in. You could see the lightening from the East and South of us. We continued begging god to let it rain. However as time passed in became evident that the storm was to far East of us.
There was a white Buick Laredo that we had walked past that, like the bronco, was very evident it had been dumped also. From what I have been told both vehicles have been out in the desert for over 6 months. These vehicles are still out there because they are located on the Tohono O'odam reservation. And our local authorities can no do anything with the vehicles due to jurisdiction and being a the reservation. As I laid there I began to wonder if the radiator in the car still had water in it. I knew we could not drink it due to the antifreeze. But, maybe we could use it to cool off with when the sun did come up. I fought with myself to get up and go shoot the radiator for hours. I just could not move. The car was approximately 100 ft. behind us. I finally forced myself to my feet and walked to the car. And that was one of the longest 100 ft imaginable. After falling several times from the rocks, and symptoms I was suffering from I made it to the car. Only to fall unto the hood that was barely up and it shut. I used my lighter which was my only source of light to try and find the hood latch I could not find it. I began to sob again. For my hope was to undo the bottom hose to the radiator and fill up the jug. Now what am I going to do?? I thought well I will shoot the car's radiator through the grill and get underneath the car and hold a bottle under there and fill up a gallon jug I had found. So I took the shot and I could hear it draining. So I got on the ground to stick a jug underneath it. And there is no way. The front end of the car was buried in the dirt. With no tires or rims. So I found the ash tray in the car and began filling it to put in the jug. Of course that was even difficult. So I was spilling alot before I even got the water to the jug. This was not working at all. In one last stitch effort I decided to check and see if there was any water in the trunk. The back seats fold down. So I grabbed the seat. And seen a styrofoam cup with something stuck in it. So I picked up the cup. And liquid hit my hand. I was so happy. Inside the cup was a cardboard container that had lemonade in it. The lemonade had leaked out the bottom into the cup. So I squeezed the container of lemonade and came up with about a tablespoon of liquid in the bottom of the styrofoam cup. Of course the liquid was made up of lemonade and soggy cardboard. But, it was the first real liquid in 20 hours. So I walked back to my girls and woke them up and told them to "wet their mouth with this."and we all laid back down. I also knew I had only one shot left in my shot gun so I better save it. In case of wild animals that might approach us. My kids began asking me for a Dr. Pepper. I told them that we don't have any. They said, "yes, we do it was in one of the backpacks you found!!" This went off and on. Finally I thought well even though I checked every backpack already for water. Maybe they seen something I hadn't. So I proceeded to check the 5 backpacks I had picked up. Unfortunately for all of us they were wrong, there was nothing in them.
My 9 year old, Tiffany would awake and say momma lets go. I just couldn't get up. And then by time I pushed myself to my feet Tiffany just couldn't get up. She would say "mommy I can crawl, I just can't walk." Of course I told her this is not an option. There is too many rocks and it would tear up her knees. We did this for hours. And really through the rest of the journey. Finally we did the best we could and walked through the night. I had used the thin blanket I found by the water tank to tie both ends of the shot gun to make a sling for it, grabbed the backpack, clothes, my purse and my 5 year old, Michaela on my hip and off we walked. Now resting even closer together. It was much cooler and I knew we could not last another day in the heat. And knowing in both my daughters mind and mine that when the sun came up if we didn't have help before, that we was not going to survive. We kept our minds strong as one in this position could be and enough though to give us the drive to get to our feet and walk through the night in hopes that we would make it far enough that someone like a hunter might be in the area and find us. I could not find Michaela's shoes with in the area we was in. After all the only light we had was a lighter. I gave up looking for her shoes because I thought that's okay because I am carrying her.
As we layed on the ground, approximately an hour before sunset, my daughter said momma I hear a car. Finally the relief we have be praying for. The individual went right on by I could tell it was a Ford pickup truck due to the headlights. We laid back down. And my daughter said, momma I hear another one the second vehicle was also a Ford pickup truck. Both vehicles had "Coyotes" driving them. The second "Coyote" seen my children and I hunched down by a Ironwood tree off the side of the road. I was in front of my kids and had the gun up behind the kids because I did not want a passer by to see the gun and think of me as a threat. Upon his headlights shining on us he punched the accelerator and swerved at us in attempt to run us over. I could feel the burst of air across my face as my filthy dirty hair went back as if it was just washed. The coyote went up the road approximately 50 ft. and stopped. I believe he thought he had succeeded in his attempt to run us over. I said to him, " ALL WE WANTED WAS WATER." My thought process was I had one shot left in that shot gun and if he came back. That shot was for him. I was saving the last shell earlier for a wild animal commonly known in the desert as a mountain lion, rattlesnake, or a wild animal known as a coyote. But, this human for lack of a better term became a wild animal in my mind. His full intentions were to hurt us. He proceeded to turn around to approach us again. And I told my kids to run. And we did. I was afraid that if I did take that shot, what if I missed?? I have no more shells and what if he is armed and kills us all. I grabbed all the stuff and caught up with the girls. The "Coyote" then continued on his way. My 9 year old lost her flip flops while running away. So needless to say both kids feet were filled with cactus needles. We got far enough off the road and laid back down. The area surrounding up was filled with cactus. We was getting cactus needles in us everywhere. But, we could not feel the pain of the needles. We would see them and pull the cactus off our skin.
Over the mountains the sun is now coming up. The day of despair. For all hope of being rescued is gone. For 18 hours had elasped since Roger walked by himself from us, and we had already been walking for 24 hours. This is now Monday, September 2, 2002. So we knew we need to find a wash where it is cooler due to the soft sand and the water that runs through it when it rains. And because of this sometimes the ground is damp or at the very least it is cooler. I gave my shoes to Tiffany and we spotted a wash approximately 7 foot wide and about 2 foot deep. Which is a small wash for the desert. This wash was as far as the girls and I was able to travel. I knew at this point death was a matter of time. I remembered a news cast that said we was supposed to have rain today. So my only hope was we could survive until it rained. Although, I knew as late as storms come through, we were highly likely to not make it that long. I had to try my best to substain my children's life and mine as long as possible.
I laid on my back and used my feet to dig a hole. So that I could dig out some sand to get to cooler ground. My 5 year old stripped all her clothes off due to being so hot. I then buried both of my kids completely except for their heads. Around 7:30 am I heard two vehicles go down the road. The first one sounded like it was dragging metal across the ground. So I climbed the hill to discover it was the coyotes Ford pickup. So I laid flat on the ground so that they would not see me. I went back down in the wash with my girls and laid back down. Then I heard the next one go by and did not even bother going up the hill cause I knew it was the other coyote.
My 9 year old, Tiffany had gotten out from under the sand where I had buried her because the sun was getting too high in the sky. And she thought maybe down the wash she could find better shade. She walked about 50 foot from us and laid down. My 5 year old's feet kept getting uncovered and she would cry and ask me to cover her again cause "her feet were hot." At this point I was laying on my stomach. Using my hands as I laid there to put dirt on my 5 year old. I had nothing left in me at this point. My 9 year old, Tiffany came back and asked me to dig her another hole. And I told her honey mommy can't. I just can't move anymore. She said, "great I am going to die first cause I am not buried" like her sister was. I felt so bad that I could not dig her another hole. But, I just couldn't find the strength I was getting dizzy from even standing or moving at this point. I did the best I could and covered Tiffany. But, I just couldn't cover her completely. She was still hot and looked again for shade. She laid down about 20 foot from us. But, came back and asked again for me to dig a hole. Lord knows I wish I had the strength left to do it. I told Tiffany to do like I am. And take the cool dirt while laying on her stomach and pull it up around her throat. I found that helped me alot.
We laid there for a couple more hours and I heard a vehicle coming. So I ran up the hill but, the two vehicles was going too fast and did not see me behind them. Of course I never had time to put my shoes on so this made it even more difficult through rocks, cactus, and broken tree limbs. I yelled help and waved my arms but, they did not see me. So I laid up by the road waiting from them to come back. My 5 year old, Michaela began crying momma and I told her "mommy is waiting for the cars to come back," which I assumed the both vehicles were carrying hunters. She would not stop crying and calling for me and I knew she could not afford to lose moisture. So I went back down in the wash with them. It seemed like around 20 minutes went by and here comes another vehicle. I took off running up the hill. I could hear Tiffany saying "run, mommy run!!!" yet once again I watch as they went around the corner. I was yelling help again and waving my arms until the vehicle was out of sight. I knew there was one way in and one way out. So these vehicles had to come back. At this point it was a matter of when, and getting up that hill in time to stop them.
At 10:30 am I heard another vehicle coming. This vehicle was leaving the desert. I ran up the hill. And thank the Lord I made it in time. I began waving my arms yelling help!! It was a Bureau of Land Management Ranger, his name is Victor W. Brown. He turned his siren on for a second letting me know he seen me. We have been Saved!!!!!! I yelled down to the girls. We have help. Mr. Brown got out of his vehicle. And said, come sit in here with the A/C on. I told him my two kids are down in the wash. We need water!!!!! Mr. Brown started radioing the others out there to let them know we have been found. As I kept saying "we need water, my 5 year old is very sick!!." I looked to the right of me as I was half in the truck and half out. And I seen this large cup with a straw in it. I took one big swallow.
Mr. Brown went and got me a gallon jug full of water. My 9 year old, Tiffany was walking up the hill. He told us to stay put he had me in the backseat laying down and Tiffany in the front seat. I then asked him if they found a man named Roger out there. He said, "yes" and asked is he alive and he said "yes" Mr. Brown went down in the wash to get my 5 year old. At this point she was not even crying for me. The Sheriffs and Paramedics pulled up and went down in the wash right behind the Mr.Brown. They proceeded to uncover my 5 year old and get some clothes back on her. And wrapped her in the thin blanket I had found. I was relieved to see them carrying her back up the hill. At this point my brother and a family member pulled up on a Quad. And I knew then everything was okay I could relax for the first time in days. My kids had the help they need and the love and support of their uncle. The paramedics began trying to put IV's in us. Which was hard for them because of the lack of moisture in our veins. Two, Arizona Department of Public Service helicopters from Southern Air Rescue landed by us awaiting to transport us to UMC to be treated for severe dehydration. My 9 year old's IV process was not going well. She was screaming. They tried in both her arms, feet, and hands. I felt so bad for everyone involved in that. Especially my daughter who had been through so much already. But, she still did not want any part of that needle stuff. Tiffany was now on a board on the ground at my head as I laid in the back seat of Mr. Brown's vehicle. Michaela was in a Sheriff vehicle. I heard a lady officer say there is someone who really would like to see you. I heard crying and it was Roger. He came up and started rubbing my hair just sobbing saying he was so sorry!!!!! At this point they began loading me in the Ranger 38 helicopter. My pilot was Don Wirthlin, and my medic was Dave Allred. We took off as they were loading my girls in the Ranger 52 helicopter based out of Phoenix and flown to UMC. Their pilot was Vaughn Perkins, and their medics were Russ Dodge,and Jabez Barajas. I have never seen in all my life more compassionate and caring people. I will never forget them for this and neither will my girls. Upon arriving there. They ran blood test on all three of us. This was repeated once more for all us. These test were to check our kidney function to be sure the were returning back to normal range. The doctors, nurses and flight paramedics could not get Michaela to awake at all. Her kidney's were in worse shape than mine and her sisters. The doctor said she had a high level of CK in her blood. The doctor told me normally the only time you have CK levels elevated in your blood is for example if a building falls on you, or a car. And your muscles deteriorate around the injury. My 9 year old and I was released. My 5 year old was admitted. My brother took my 9 year old home with him. And I went up stairs to stay with my 5 year old. Every hour 3-4 nurses would come in her room shaking her and patting her to try and wake her. At approximately 8 p.m. they were trying again. And I got up from the roll away bed they gave me and walked over to the bed. I was able to awake her. Finally she opened her eyes. The hospital had her on a liquid diet. And I began feeding her jello and getting her to drink. The nurses and doctor's continued drawing blood work on Michaela throughout Monday night and Tuesday morning, September 3, 2002. Checking her kidneys and the CK levels. Around 5:00 p.m. the doctor and the kidney specialist decided her kidneys were heading in the right direction and so even though her CK levels were still elevated they felt both her kidneys and CK levels would return to normal. So she was released that evening. Three days later we finally made it back home. A vision I had carried with me and wished for in our time in the desert.
This is some of the facts I learned later through talking with Roger. I was told that at 6:30 am, a group of hunters found Roger. Called for help and met the ambulance at Avra Valley Road with Roger. At this point IV's were administered. But, was removed at Roger's request so that Roger could show the Sheriffs where we was.
Also, the same coyotes tried to run Roger over which he knew they
Filed By: Lori Powell
Number of People Encountered: 25-50 ppl
Recommend to a Friend: Highly
Report: I am a resident of Nevada that purchased a non-resident license and tag. We were having a very nice, but hot hunting trip until BLM ranger showed up on the 10th and put a large orange sticker on my trailer (that won't come off). It stated that I was observed there on the 6th and that if I didn't move my camp I would be sited and towed. I have a non-resident hunting license and a Javalina tag that is good for 30 days. When I called BLM, they stated that I would need to move my camp 28 miles. I can't move my camp 28 miles. I would be out of the area. I called BLM and was met with a very rude individule that told me I would need to cut my hunt short. I am disippointed in the direction that this country is going. The people that do it right are the ones that get penalized. So my friends, this is your land, however you can't enjoy it. Lori