That is so funny.
My grandmother used to talk about the city guys who would come up to hunt in upstate NY. They would always get lost, shoot their guns for help, and the farmers would have to go out to rescue them. After the second rescue they’d turn a deaf ear.
Heh!
Up in the Adirondacks, they would spend all night in the bar living the ‘mountain man/great white hunter” dream, get an hour of sleep then go hunting. I will never know how the local mortality rate stayed so low.