|
  |
95-year-old man wandered off 6 days earlier
By Kevin Walker
After having
spent a delightful Saturday with my girlfriend
and hoping to catch a movie in the evening, I was
notified by my dad that we had a search, and that
we were to meet at the lower end of Palm Canyon,
Sunday morning at 0430.
Upon arriving
at the road head we were met by the relatives of
the person we were to search for. The subject was
a 95 year old Indian man who had been missing
since the previous Monday. We were told by his
relatives that he took frequent walks up to the
base of the hills. Also once before he was
missing, but luckily he was found by his
relatives. The other elderly gentleman that lived
with him, told the relatives that he seemed quite
restless on the evening that he disappeared. So
with that, we started out on our assignments.
Hank Schmel and I were assigned to try and cut
tracks to the northwest while the rest of the
team would search in a sweep to the southwest.
After searching for nearly two hours to no avail,
the team regrouped. It was decided to call for a
helicopter to assist in the search operation. Hal
Fulkman had arrived late, so he was assigned to
stay in base and wait for the chopper. Hank and I
were also told to return to base and await it's
arrival.
At
approximately 0830 Don Landells arrived with his
Bell Jet Ranger. After placing the radio in the
front, Hank, Hal and I climbed in and started a
very slow and tedious search pattern, flying up
to the base of the mountain and then back to the
other side of the canyon. This went on for nearly
two hours with no results.
After
completing our search assignment, Don radioed
operations leader Walt Walker for further
instructions. He told us to expand our search
into the surrounding areas while the rest of the
ground units would continue to make sweeps of the
prime search area. So with that we started
working our way towards the Palm Springs city
limit. Since the area we were now searching had
little vegetation, we could fly at about 35 mph
and still cover the area well. We had made about
four passes over a plot of land about a mile
square, when I was just about to ask Don to fly
back to base and get a relief crew for us,
because the fast flying was beginning to take its
toll on our eyes, when Hal yelled, "There,
Don!" With a quick move of the stick, Don
maneuvered the chopper back around to where Hal
had spotted the man. Don sat the bird down, and
we climbed out and went over to the small bush
where the man lay. Apparently the elderly
gentleman had walked away from home and had just
wanted to be by himself. From the looks of things
he had probably passed away the same night he had
disappeared. Death is always a sad thing to
encounter. But when someone has lived a rich and
full life, especially that of 95, one can only
look back to the happy times spent together. Our
job was complete.
|
  |