So on 12/24 around 4:30PM my neighbor Joe came over to give us some ground elk and go hunting for a hog to roast for New year's eve. I walked with him to the edge of our property shooting the breeze and wished him luck, it was overcast, damp, breezy, and around 50something degrees. Joe's 66yrs old (lean build) and has lived and hunted these woods his whole life, but over confidence can get you killed. Around 7:30pm he called us saying he had bad leg cramps and could I pick him up on the Kawasaki mule, saying he had made it back to one of the trails on our property. Well to make a long story short I tromped through thick and thin for 7hrs through those woods staying in contact with him via cellphone trying to find him. He was getting hypothermic and wouldn't listen to my advice to stay put. Needless to say sheriff's Dept, FWC, DOC bloodhounds, and everyone that's ever known Joe was hunting for him. 4wheelers, utv's, airboats, canoe's, kayaks, and the entire redneck rescue cavalry where all called in. Joe was found 26 1/2 hrs after he had first gone into the woods barely alive with a body temp of 87° and BP of 53. Here's a few bad pics from the search.