And along the line of children making judgment calls, and rescuing their parent; two incidents where I was SAR participant.
Father and adult son hunting for period of days from cabin accommodations. Both went out to hunt separately, son returned midday, worried father had not taken his insulin shot at correct time, went out for a look, calling out and firing signal shots. Heard one shot back but dismissed it as another hunter and called SAR at dark.
First set of response teams exhausted, my K-9 group were called out and after briefing I was assigned to search the area least likely he would and could go, into a deep ravine and the only one not having been searched by anyone yet.
Prime judgment call from son having intimate knowledge of fathers habits, health and his historical acceptable risk level. “Dad would never go there.” Son was unhappy one team was even ‘wasted’ there but Sheriff insisted on following up with the gunshot heard.
I traversed the edge of the ravine looking for a scent track with evidence he (and several others) had done the same. Unable to locate an obvious easiest way down or scent indicating where father did, eventually did a somewhat controlled fall down into the ravine. At the edge of a 1000’ boulder field drop my dog located the father deceased, at the one heard gunshot vicinity.
(In support of the son, my thoughts upon covering the area were, “How would anybody get a deer out of here? And surprising a shout would not be heard from on top.)
Grandfather, father (again diabetic) and his 13 year old son out hunting in remote approx 11,000’ mountains. Father and son wearing jeans and cowboy boots in light snow cover and approaching storm, set off in afternoon of arrival to scan from campsite to the 1st ravine, did not return. Storm prevented grandfather from searching more than that and when storm abated he made his way down and called for SAR (with intensifying storm making that heroic in it’s own.)
My K-9 group flown in by CAP were able to helicopter up in a break in the storm at dawn. I was directed to beeline to top of second ridge and begin at my discretion. In late afternoon I got a vague air scent alert then a gunshot from 3rd ridge moments later, upon arrival found the father deceased.
The 13 YO had been unable to disagree with father (father son relationship) to go past their planned stopping point in light of setting sun and approaching storm. They sheltered for the night, set out again in the blinding snowstorm at daylight. Son was unable to convince father they were headed in the wrong direction and choose to not abandon father. Father began displaying signs of not having diabetic meds intensifying sons arguing, seeking solutions to misdirect father (none of which worked) and need to stick with father.
Day 3 father collapses; son constructs shelter from tree boughs, drags now combatant father in. I heard the next to last bullet late in the afternoon of day 4.
It took 5 men to get out the grotesquely distorted father who froze fighting death to the end. In the hours I spent with the son getting out; found him to be one of the finest young men I’ve ever met. With no formal training such as Scouts he displayed formidable courage, spirit, composure and resourcefulness.