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Search for 3, found 10 plus zoo
By Jim Fairchild
A few hours
into resting up from the physical and mental
exhaustion of the preceding day's missions the
phone rang again; another search call.
The Banning
Station of the Sheriff's Office requested
assistance in locating three overdue hunters,
reportedly in the Black Mountain area.
When I was
near Banning driving the van toward the Black
Mountain Road turnoff, the Sheriff's dispatcher
called to say a convoy would form at the bottom
of the grade, then Capt. Canova confirmed this
and soon a motley parade began to wend its way up
the mountain; a dump truck ahead to drop sand on
icy stretches of the road, a semi-trailer with
caterpillar tracks with snow pushing blade, other
State pick-ups, Capt. Canova's 4WD vehicle, RMRU
van, and assorted others. This was the most
leisurely (Slow) drive I ever made up the grade.
At the roadhead there was a flurry of packing and
getting into other 4WD vehicles (add the Pine
Cove Rescue panel truck driven by Bob Muir), then
it was off up the road, following the snorting
and bucking tractor that cleared the way enough
for the wheeled vehicles to follow. Brian Hixson
remained with the van as Base Camp Operator,
while Hal Fulkman, Bernie McIlvoy, Steve Zappe,
Kevin Walker and I jolted along for ten miles to
Camp Lackey.
Before
reaching the camp we encountered a number of
vehicles left abandoned on the road. They were
unceremoniously moved by the tractor. On a hunch
we checked the Fuller Ridge Trail roadhead. Kevin
and I had exited Canova's vehicle to get some
welcome exercise loping along behind the tractor.
As we neared a van at the roadhead a frantic
honking began. Visions of near-dead hypothermia
victims were conjured. Upon stumping up to the
door through deep snow we saw four warm but
anxious men safely ensconced. We tried to calm
their anxiousness to be evacuated, saying they
would be returned for later. It was on to the camp where dawn
found us being greeted by two Doberman Pinchers,
five chickens, two cockatoos, and a cat. Not to
mention a woman (owner of the zoo) and three
young men. They too were eager to be evacuated,
especially the woman who told of a strong wish to
drive east to be married in three days. Of
course, she thought her "Murphy", a VW
bus, could drive out on the "cleared"
ten miles of steep, narrow, snow-covered road.
Are you
wondering what happened to the three overdue
hunters whose worried wives initiated this whole
drill? Well, the woman at Camp Lackey had heard
shots the previous evening and radioed out on CB
to that effect. That's how we all got into the
act. She told us further that she heard shots
about the time we would have been a mile or so
away from reaching the camp. The noise of the
tractor had prevented the sound from reaching our
ears. All this early morning we had been awaiting
the large helicopter on contract to the Calif.
Division of Forestry. Capt. Canova had requested
it to come to transport RMRU searchers and
evacuate whoever we found. As time passed without
results, Canova requested Don Landells, who soon
arrived. With Steve Zappe aboard and searching
where I figured the shots came from, a whole
three minutes elapsed before the two vehicles and
three hunters were spotted. Don ferried them back
to Camp Lackey, and departed for a trip to
Bishop. Meanwhile, Bill Barrett of Western
Helicopters flew the 205 overhead and said he
wasn't planning to land on the tiny field in the
middle of Camp Lackey. We suggested a huge
helispot on a ridge a mile or so NW and that was
fine. Also meanwhile, because we anticipated this
eventuality, the tractor had cleared the road
over to the ridge and thence up to the van with
four men at the Fuller Ridge Trail. Canova made
trips, Bob Muir made trips, and when all were on
the ridge Bill made his final flight from there
to the Banning Airport. It was planned to drop
the chickens over the airport on a fly-by just
for effect, but their wings had been clipped.
Anyway, Bill lifted the big bird off the ridge
about a minute before the dense, white cloud
brought almost zero visibility and later another
snowstorm.
We landlubbers
spent another two hours jolting back to the
rescue van, putting in a total of seven. I'm
still puzzled as I ask, "This is mountain
rescue?"
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