My first high-up hunt (between 5,000 and 7,500 feet) took place when I was only 31, four years out of the Army, but 30 pounds overweight, and what would prove to be the worst shape of my life. I damn near died. Jim Carmichel was on a hunt at really high altitude in South America where one of the party died from its effects. He was in his 20s. The deceased developed either HACE or HAPE, and was warned to go down right away, didn’t, and died. The crowning touch is, he was a medical student. John Wayne is supposed to have said that life is tough, and even tougher when you’re stupid.