How long I shivered there I can'trecall, but at some small hour the sound of the river rose, and stumbling toward it, I reached my tent pitched above the sheen of the water. The distance to camp from where I was couldn't have been 200 yards. I've since moved from Michigan to Montana. In Montana, a hunter wouldn't think of elk hunting without a survival kit, but are conditions in Eastern woodlots that different? If my experience proves anything, it's that lost is lost and cold is cold. And if you break your leg tumbling from a tree stand, it's little comfort to know that Tiger Woods could tee up and clear the distance that stands between you and help.