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- I'm Bailey Rhodes,
founder, co-owner,

and course instructor
at the Rhodes School

of Wilderness
Survival in Montana.

We are now taking bookings
for the June to August term

of three-day and
seven-day courses.

These cover everything
that you will need to know

to prevail in a
potentially deadly

lost-in-the-wilderness scenario.

From creating fire,
building shelter,

obtaining food, and dealing
with medical emergencies,

I will show you exactly the
skills that you should have

before adventuring
on an extended trip

into the great outdoors.

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If you're a hiker, a backpacker,

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plain loves nature,

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Do not go into the
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We're waiting to prepare you

for your next great
wilderness adventure.

There, that's
enough of that crap.

This is Lolo National
Forest in western Montana.

It occupies an area of
approximately two million acres.

That's about 5,000
square miles of rough

and unforgivable terrain.

It's a spectacular and
beautiful place, for sure.

That beauty can be deceptive
and it hides a harsh truth.

It's easy to lose
your way around here

and with a healthy population
of brown and black bears,

moose, wolves, coyotes,
and even mountain lions,

it's definitely not
the type of place

that you wanna develop a
confused sense of direction.

I've come into this
region here today

with just my pack, two
cameras, and a tripod

to show you what to do
if you ever find yourself

in a situation where you
strayed off the beaten track.

I'm gonna demonstrate
exactly what it takes

to endure in a harsh
environment such as this

until such time that you
can facilitate your rescue

or find your own way out,
whichever comes first.

Now, I may be an expert
in all things outdoors,

but for the next three days,

I'm gonna take on the
role of the lost hiker.

Yeah, print that!

It can happen to the best of us.

One minute you know
exactly where you are

and where you're
going, and the next,

you're in a world of fear.

You're afraid, you're disoriented,
panic is setting in.

Rule number one, stay calm.

Rule number two, stay alert.

Try to find either a high
point on your topography

where you can survey
your immediate area,

or attempt to locate a river.

If you're lucky
enough to find one,

follow it downriver
with the flow.

Follow it upriver,
and you'll just end up

getting even more
lost and isolated.

All it takes is one slip-up

for a bad situation
to become a disaster,

and out here, you can't
afford to be too careless.

The great thing
about being out here

in this place is there's
no shortage of water.

But there are a few tips
before obtaining fluid

from a river that you
will need to consider.

Firstly, make sure it's flowing,

like this one, and not stagnant.

Second, do not take water
from the river's edge,

as rats and other vermin
will often drink from there.

The best position is
to place your container

a few feet out so that
it's in the actual flow.

And thirdly, submerge your
container at a specific point

in the river where
you'll avoid particles

and debris that may
be on the surface,

while at the same
time, avoiding silt

that may have stirred
up from the riverbed.

The G-spot, as I
like to call it.

And lastly, boil it if
you're still unsure.

And on we go.

This sign is a little reminder

of why you always have to
be on your guard out here.

This is bear country,
home to the large grizzly

and the smaller black bear.

Rangers from the Forest
Service put these signs up

whenever one's been
sighted in the area,

and as you can see,
this one contains

some additional information
such as time, day, and date,

as it says, "2:30 p.m., May 3rd,"

which was three days ago.

I should be OK, but I
can't rest on my laurels.

It could still be around,

but the secret is to make
plenty of noise as you move.

Most bear attacks
happen because the bears

are often caught off guard
and taken by surprise,

but if you make a
commotion while you walk,

using heavy footsteps,
talking to yourself,

and even singing,
you should be OK.

I'll go into detail
about exactly what to do

in the event of an
actual bear attack

later on in this tutorial.

It's late in the evening,

and I've been a lost hiker
for the entire day now,

and it's been a long
and grueling one.

I'm tired and I'm hungry,

so I must resist the
temptation to keep going.

I have to stop.

Rest and sleep is very
important to anyone

caught in a survival situation.

If you travel at night,

you run the risk of
becoming even more lost.

Bottom line, make camp and
bed down for the night.

Tomorrow is another day.

Yeah, this spot here should do.

When you're picking a site
for your tent, choose wisely.

Watch for loose
branches overhead

and make sure you're not camping
under any unstable trees.

Widowmakers, they're
called, as they can suddenly

come down on top of
you in a strong breeze.

Also, stay away from rivers
that can overflow in heavy rains

and dry lake beds that
are prone to flash floods.

What the hell was that?

Must've been a
moose or something.

There's plenty of
'em around here.

Grizzlies have a powerfully-developed sense of smell

and can detect food being
cooked from over a mile away.

As I'll be preparing food later,

I'm not gonna be
taking any chances.

That's where this comes in,
my anti-bear electric fence.

Now, I know what
you're thinking.

If I'm a lost hiker,
why the fence, right?

Well, this is a demonstration
video, remember,

and I'm not gonna be
taking any chances

with my personal
safety for anything.

Obviously, if this was a
real survival scenario,

I'd be cooking my meals
far away from my camp

and camp would be,
probably way up there,

as high up off the forest
floor as I could get.

As you can see, the fence
is now up and running

and will give me that
extra piece of mind

to sleep more soundly tonight.

Shit, you know what,
it might actually help

if I turned the damn thing on.

There we go.

I know, it looks flimsy.

First thing you wonder is,
how can something like this

keep out a grizzly, right?

After all, if they're capable
of ripping a car door open,

what chance does this have?

Well, these fences
have proven to be

an effective deterrent against
black bears and grizzlies.

What you have to remember is,

bears are very sensitive
to electric shocks.

Chances are, if one
touched his snout off this,

he'd gallop a mile away from
here and never come back.

That's me done for the night.

It's time for me
to settle into my,

yeah, my forest kingdom.

You hear that?

That's something
else that reminds you

you're out of your comfort zone.

The local wildlife, out here,

you're back down the
bottom of the food chain,

but I'm not worried.

I've got two
effective deterrents,

my electric fence and my fire.

Fire is the one thing
that'll keep predators away.

Every animal has an
innate fear of it.

It seems they have some
residual primordial memory

of forest fires that have
been passed on genetically

through the generations,

so they'll avoid any
fire like plague,

which is very reassuring
for lost hikers.

Though, in Africa,
it's use for protection

is somewhat controversial,

as it has been known to
actually attract curious lions.

Well,,

that concludes today's tutorial.

Hope you can join me tomorrow.

Time to settle in for the night.

But I don't
get why you have to

go all the way out there
on your own to do this.

Is that not defeating
the whole point

of having a survival school?

- Honey, the
school's in the red,

and has been for some time now.

Not for inclusion
in the tutorial.

By making this video, I'll be
giving them a little taste.

It's a form of advertising
and self-promotion,

and I'll make dollars
on sales, too.

There'll be
no reason for people

to attend your school
if you're giving

all your secrets
away in a video.

- That's the whole point, baby.

A video is just a taster and
I'll be emphasizing that.

In the end, there
is no substitute

for actual hands-on experience.

I'll be stressing to
gain all the knowledge

that a person needs,
they'll need to sign up.

Trust me, they'll
get the message.

OK, if you say.

So, are you OK?

- Why wouldn't I be OK?

It's just that,
you're on your own out there

with no weapons of any kind.

- I've got my knives,

and my tent is surrounded
by an electric fence,

which is an
acknowledged deterrent.

It won't be any good

if you're attacked
by a pack of wolves.

- Wolves don't just attack
humans and you know that!

They'll actually
go out of their way

to avoid humans if
at all possible.

And besides, if a ranger
finds me carrying a rifle

out here without
a hunting permit,

he'll think I'm out poaching.

Look, don't worry, should
the shit hit the fan,

I've got my cellphone and
a solar-powered charger,

and as you can see,

I'm getting a pretty
good signal out here.

I'll be OK.

OK, darling.

You know what you're
doing, I guess.

You have a good
night now, you hear?

- Will do, baby, I love you.

Love you!

Women.

All you need to make a
fire are three things.

A spindle, just a
long piece of wood,

the straighter the better.

As you can see, I've sheared it

of any bark and jagged edges.

A baseboard, I made that
small, triangular incision.

That's to catch the
embers resulting

from the friction when the
two are rubbed together.

And lastly, some tinder
to catch the sparks.

This technique is called
the hand drill method.

Experts say when using
this particular method,

you should go with a
hardwood against a soft,

but in my experience, that
doesn't give superior results.

I find softwood against
softwood works best.

There's more to this
particular method

to start a fire when you
don't have any matches.

I go through all of them
in detail on my courses.

Ideally, you should try
to master at least one.

That way, you have the
confidence in knowing

that you don't need
any man-made materials

to start a fire

if faced with a potential
life-or-death situation.

Woo, no matter how
many times I do this,

I can tell you it
doesn't get any easier.

Hands are starting to
ache a little bit now.

Fingers are gonna be covered

in blisters tonight,
that's for sure.

Hoo!

Looks like I've got company.

Hey buddy, could
you move a few feet

either to the left or the right,

I'd be much obliged.

You see, I'm doin' an
instructional video.

It's only supposed
to be me out here.

Ooh, now there's two of 'em.

Guys, please, I'm trying
to shoot something here.

I can't do it with both of
you standing there, please!

I think it's a big enough
forest for the three of us.

Please, guys, I'm asking,
no, I'm requesting,

I'm requesting that you
please go about your business

and let me finish my
work here, please!

Thank you guys.

Thank you so much.

Ya'll have a great day now.

Well, that was weird,

and more than a
little bit strange.

They had rifles.

Probably just some
redneck poachers

that have never even
seen a camera before.

I think I've done
enough for now, anyway.

I'll resume again later
on when I know for sure

that Don Quixote
and Sancho Panza

have completely left the area.

I know what you're thinking.

Why's he all loaded up and
on foot all of a sudden?

Well, the truth is,
rather than wait around

to see if my two hick buddies
were gonna leave the area,

I decided it'd be just as
painless for me to move camp,

which is what I'm doing.

So, I join you now
as I trek deeper

into Lolo National Forest

in an attempt to get
as far away from them

and any other potential
human intruders as possible.

At least, it'll give me
the privacy to finish

what I came here to do.

Hey, these things happen.

I'd be extremely
naive if I thought

I wouldn't bump into other
hikers or hunters out here.

All I can do is be
flexible and prepared

for the unexpected
changes in plan.

Are you sure you can pull
all this shit together, Todd?

I'm serious, there's a
lot of stuff here already.

Bailey, don't get
your panties in a twist.

You just keep
shooting your material

and let me worry about
stitching it all together, OK?

- But there's a ton
of this shit here!

How many memory
cards we talking about?

- Three so far.

That's about normal,

but just be selective
about what you record, OK?

There's no point in
shooting every piece

of bullshit that goes on.

- Uh, right.

I may be the editor,

but you will have to be the
editor there, at the location.

Just plan what you shoot

and think twice
before you shoot it.

Whatever you do, make sure
that you get the footage

off the memory cards and
onto the hard drive ASAP!

- I get you, man.

That way,
you'll have a clean card

to record on each time.

- OK.

Now, how've
things been so far?

- Well, with the exception
of having to up the sticks

and move camp, things
couldn't be rosier.

What happened?

- Ah, just some poachers.

You know the story.

Tell me about it,
hey, best of luck out there.

Looking forward to reviewing

all the material
when you get back.

- Thanks, man.

Well, you heard 'im,

we're officially being
retired for the night.

I've just been
woken by the sound

of some heavy footsteps outside.

I think it's a grizzly comin'
around to inspect my camp.

Man, is he in for
a big surprise!

Now you can see why

I have my electric
fence with me.

Even though that
flimsy little thing

was all that stood between
me and a 500-pound grizzly,

it worked a treat.

Oh, man, that was so fun!

Good night.

It's early morning, I'm
awake about five minutes,

I come out to take my
usual 6:30 a.m. piss,

and I get a dawn surprise.

I almost stepped in
this thing this morning.

Normally, no big deal out here

where there's lots of wildlife,

except, that scat doesn't
belong to any animal.

I'd say it's human.

It seems those assholes from
yesterday followed me here

and came around last
night while I slept.

But that's not all.

They've been pissing
all over the place

at this spot here,

even on the tent.

Smell is pretty bad.

I'm guessing
it was a reprisal

from me asking them to move on

and let me finish
my work yesterday.

It may just be a tasteless
one-off joke at my expense,

but I'm not moving camp a
second time, that's for sure.

And, I'm not gonna
sit back and wait

for the same thing to
happen again tonight.

So, I'll be taking some steps
to monitor their movements.

That is, if they come
around here again tonight.

Chances are, they won't,

but either way,
I'm gonna be ready.

Meanwhile, the show must go on.

These are the claw
marks of a grizzly,

and a large one at that.

As you can see, the
marks are pretty darn

high up there, actually.

That would make the
height of the bear

right about here,
roughly nine feet.

Now, that's one
big son of a bitch,

but with proper food resources,

they can easily grow that large.

Now, what if I was
in the situation

where that bear, or any bear,
came charging at me right now?

What would I do,
what would you do?

Well, firstly, you
have to ask yourself,

is it of the brown
or the black species?

Browns are recognizable by the
shoulder hump on their back.

If it's a brown, chances are
it's just defensive posturing.

Rolling into the fetal
position during the attack

might actually save your life.

On the other hand,
if it's a black,

more than likely, it's
a predatory assault,

meaning getting into
a ball will make it

that much more easier
for him to eat you.

And if all else fails,
then you, my friend,

will have no other
option but to fight.

There, I'm settin' this
hidden camera up on a tripod

looking directly at my campsite,

just in case those two assholes

come snooping around
here again tonight.

Is everything
all right up there?

- Yes, of course,
why wouldn't it be?

I'm only asking.

- Well, I did have an encounter

with a couple redneck
poachers yesterday,

who then proceeded
to take a shit

on my doorstep this morning.

What, are you sure?

- Trust me, it was them.

They're the only
human contact I've had

since I came out here,

and the scat outside my door

sure as hell wasn't
from any animal.

It was human.

What the hell?

What's going on?

Hold on a minute, would you?

Those redneck assholes,

I had a bad feeling
about them earlier

and now I can see I was right.

What's happening?

- Gunshots, either
they're hunting game,

which is illegal at
this time of year,

or they're trying
to intimidate me.

They're even close
by despite the fact

that I hiked several hours
into the heart of the forest

just to get away for them.

So you think
they're following you?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

What do
you want me to do?

- Don't do anything.

What?

Bailey!

- I said don't do anything!

Leave it to me,

I, I'll notify the Forestry
Service once I'm done here.

In the meantime,
there's no point

in stirring up a hornet's nest

while I'm in these
assholes' territory.

It's very hard to
get some shut eye

once you know your personal
space has been violated.

Forget about the animals,

it's the humans I'm
more nervous about.

I'm trying my best to sleep.

I'm constantly waking up

upon hearing even the
slightest movement.

Hello?

Is there anybody there?

May have only been
a possum or raccoon,

but might as well
have been the devil,

because immediately,
I'm on edge.

Just so damn

frustrating.

What the hell?

Must've fallen over last night,

or maybe it was something else.

Let's see if you captured
anything interesting.

So far, I have to say,
it's pretty inconclusive.

Something definitely knocked
the camera over, sure,

but there's no trace
of what it was here,

and it doesn't seem to have been

from any form of
human intervention.

It may well have either
been a strong breeze

or a small critter
bumping off the tripod,

but, either way, at
least my redneck pals

didn't come around last night.

And that in itself is
a tremendous relief.

Three, two, one.

Despite what you may think,

food is not your immediate priority in a survival situation.

Depending on prevailing
environmental conditions,

water, shelter, and heat are.

The human body can go
for a month without food,

but would only last three
to five days without water,

but here's a little tip
if you really require

that extra little
intake of energy.

Grass, just pick it from an area

where it's unlikely to have
been urinated or crapped on

by any animals, and pop
it in your mouth and chew.

Now, notice I said chew,
not eat and swallow.

Just chewing it to get
all that chlorophyll.

We don't have the
enzymes in our stomachs

to break down grass, but the
chlorophyll contained within

is still extremely good
for the human body.

What the hell, what is it now?

Goddammit!

It's those assholes again!

That's the same rifle
fire I heard yesterday

and it sounds really close.

You see, chlorophyll
stimulates red blood cells,

vastly improving oxygen supply
to all cell and body tissues,

which in turn has a knock-on
effect on the brain,

making an individual even
more sharp and focused.

Just the thing you need in
a dire survival situation.

Goddammit!

Will you give it up, assholes?

I'm getting fucking
sick of this!

Fuck,!

They fired at me!

Those motherfuckers
actually fired at me!

The hell with this,
I'm outta here!

You hear that,
assholes, you win!

I'm outta here.

It seems I was so
focused on being prepared

for the indigenous wildlife,

I've overlooked something
far more hazardous,

the human element.

This expedition is
now officially over.

There's two, maybe even three
or four pricks out there

who like to fire live
rounds at people!

I'm outta here.

It's become way too dangerous.

So, here I am,
limping home in defeat

with my tail between my legs.

No, let me rephrase that.

In the interest of
self-preservation,

I'm getting the
hell out of Dodge

in an attempt to save my ass.

It's not worth
risking my life over.

My intentions for coming
out here were simple.

Shoot a survival training video

and hopefully help my
business in the process.

Instead, it's turned into a
fucking catalog of intimidation

thanks to some no-good
yokel poachers.

The ironic thing is,
when I set out here,

people were warning
me about the animals.

Watch for the bears,
watch for the wolves,

avoid the moose!

It's the people that should
be carrying a health warning.

Heck, I don't even know why

I'm still recording
this damn thing anymore.

Habit, I suppose.

It's all I've been
doing since I got here.

I've been on my
feet for hours now,

trying to reconnect with
that trail I came in on.

Well, I'm having
problems finding it.

There's no sign of it anywhere.

I should've reached it by now.

Oh, well, comes
with the territory.

You're not human if you don't
take a wrong turn out here.

Time to backtrack.

Been backtracking
for half an hour now,

and still no sign
of that damn trail.

That's what the woods do to you.

If you're not being
careful enough,

you become disoriented.

And I wasn't being
careful enough.

Fuck!

OK, OK, keep on
trucking, Bailey.

It's even
starting to get dark.

Whether I like it or not,

I'm gonna have to
spend the night here.

To tell you the
truth, I'm exhausted.

I couldn't go any further
even if I wanted to.

What do you
mean, it's all over?

- I mean it's over, Todd.

I'm not about to take
a bullet for the sake

of a promotional video.

Bailey, they were only

playing games with
you, that's all.

You know, these
laidback country folk

and their weird sense of humor.

- You call firing
a .22 caliber slug

within inches of my face

the legacy of a
weird sense of humor.

You know what I think?

I think they're moonshiners.

They probably have a still
in the area somewhere

and don't want you
getting too close

in case you see their
entire operation.

The shot was just
to scare you off

and by the looks of things,
it did a damn fine job.

- You really believe that?

I'm telling you,

just don't do anything
hasty, OK, Bailey?

We've come this far

and it'd be a shame
to pull the plug now.

- I've got Amber
on the line, Todd.

Just go and
rethink about it, OK?

Hey, how's it going?

- It isn't.

What do you mean?

- Remember those two hicks
I was telling you about?

The ones that were bothering me?

They took a pot
shot at me today.

Oh my God!

- So come first light,
I'm walkin' out of here.

Have you been hurt?

- No, but it was too
close for my liking,

and it wasn't any
accident, that's for sure.

Why would they
do something like that?

- I suspect it could be
territorial behavior.

Maybe they feel like I'm
trespassing here, I don't know.

But they seem to have taken
an instant dislike to me

from the moment they saw
what I was doing here.

Maybe I could have
handled my encounter

with them a little better, but,

who gives a shit, I'm
outta here tomorrow.

I would've been
home this evening

except I got a bit disoriented
and had to backtrack.

Disoriented, you?

- Hey, it happens!

I'll pick up where
I left off tomorrow.

Will I notify
local search and rescue?

- Amber, if you do
that, so help me God,

I will never speak to you again!

It was
only a suggestion

'cause you said
they fired at you.

- Don't ever make those kind
of suggestions to me, Amber.

You know that by now!

I can get out on my own steam!

I don't need
assistance from anyone.

OK, I'm sorry.

- Look, I'm gonna hit the hay.

I wanna get an early
start in the morning.

I'll see you tomorrow
evening sometime.

OK, good night, then.

- I'm having a little
trouble sleeping, again!

But as I said before, as
long as I'm lying down,

getting even a
small quota of rest,

it'll help me a lot.

I'm gonna see if closing my
eyes for a little bit will help.

Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

I woke to two
surprises this morning.

Firstly, this heavy downpour.

It's been raining
like this for hours

and now it's too heavy
for me to travel in.

As I'm not sure of the
actual route out of here,

I don't wanna risk getting
my clothes saturated.

Secondly, when I went
to bring my camera in

out of the rain, I
discovered it was gone,

and I don't have to guess
too hard where it is, either.

Clearly, those two
inbred poachers

have been around here
again last night.

So what that basically means is,

I'm now down to my one
and only camera, you.

The rain continued
for three hours

after I made that last
clip, can you believe that?

Three hours, which
is why you find me

currently hiking
as fast as I can

to make up for lost time,

but nothing can
disguise the fact

that I've sacrificed many
precious hours this morning.

Hours that could have
been spent on foot,

and I'm still having
trouble finding that trail.

I just hope I can
locate it by nightfall.

I'm seeing something up ahead.

Looks like some sort of
signpost or something.

No, that ain't no signpost.

I know what this thing is,

it's a motion-activated
camera trap

or trail cam as
they're also called.

The kind used by
conservationists and researchers

to monitor animal movements
in their natural habitat

without direct interference.

Whenever something
passes in front of it,

the infrared beam
triggers a shutter release

that snaps off a
series of photographs.

The LED display in the front

tells you how many
pictures have been taken.

So far, this one's been
sprung a total of 21 times.

I don't know who'd be using one
all the way out here or why,

but I'm guessing
it's the poachers,

as hunters all over the world

have been known to utilize
them to track prey.

Which means, I must still be
in their general hunting area.

Not good news at all.

Worse still, I don't
remember seeing one of these

on my way in here
three days ago,

so presently, I'm
still way off course.

This old dog's been a walking,

walking several hours,

and now, he needs some rest.

Fuck me, I'm gonna be more
dehydrated than I thought.

That's the trouble
with this climate.

It's not too warm,
it's not too cold.

You'd be surprised how
much water you lose

in a given hour and you
wouldn't even know about it.

Oh, great!

Hello?

Bailey,
how are things?

What kind of progress
are you making?

- If by progress, you're
asking have I made it out

of the forest yet, then the
answer is no, I haven't.

If you're asking am
I making good time,

then the answer is yes, I am.

I'm actually starting

to get really worried about you.

- Why?

You're obviously lost,

but you refuse to accept it!

- I told you already not
to mention that word.

Well, it's true.

Do you think you'll even
make it home by this evening?

- Not a chance, Amber.

Listen to me, Bailey,
you really need assistance,

whether you wanna
hear it or not.

- Will you keep you panties on!

It was raining from early
morning for several hours.

That's what held me up
and why I'm still here.

Only for that, I'd
be home by now, jeez!

I really think I need
to notify search and rescue.

- Do not do that,
Amber, I told you!

I'm just a bit disoriented
by the terrain.

Disoriented?

Don't you mean lost?

- What did I tell you already?

You could be
walking around in circles

and you might not even know it.

You're in denial, Bailey.

- Final warning.

Because it's true.

You've got 10 years

of wilderness experience
working against you.

You're in a potential
life-or-death situation,

only you refuse to accept it!

Why, because you--

That's enough of
that, I can't take any more.

One thing you come to
notice about nature

when you spend enough
time with it is

its complacency.

Its indifference.

It's neither for
you nor against you.

It doesn't care if
you give up or die,

or forge on and find a way out.

It's just there,

watching the proceedings unfold

with the calm
detachment of a judge

awaiting a guilty
verdict from the jury

before he sends the
accused to the hangman.

Well, this accused ain't
goin' to the hangman.

This accused is going home.

Here I am, still on foot,

and still no sign of that trail.

Darkness is setting, night
can't be too far away,

so I'm faced with a dilemma.

Do I make camp and spend another
goddamn night in this place

or keep pushing on till dawn?

To hell with it,
I'm not stopping.

I don't much like the idea of
spending another night here.

Besides, chances are,
if I stay on foot,

I'll be out of here
by morning anyway.

So why bed down and
waste whatever time

I coulda spent walking?

That would be nuts.

No, onwards I go.

You know, walking at nighttime
through dense vegetation

is not the most
advisable thing to do

under any circumstances.

It's fraught with danger

and the potential
for lots of problems,

from falling and breaking a limb

to getting lost or being
pounced on by a predator.

If I'm being totally honest,

I'm feeling really
vulnerable right now.

I forgot how intimidating the
forest can be at nighttime,

especially not when you're in

the false security of your tent.

It's a calculated
risk I'm taking.

I don't particularly want

to sit on my nuts
for another night,

which is why I'm feeling
better off on foot.

On the other hand, there
could be things out there

right now that are watching me,

things that I,
myself, can't see.

And that idea in itself is
really, really frightening.

Hey, I'm actually
making good time.

I think I'll finally be
outta here by morning.

Did I just hear that?

Sounded like someone
hitting wood off a tree.

Why would someone be out here
in the middle of the night

banging a stick off a tree?

It could be someone
signalling for help.

Hello?

Well, they've stopped, so,

I guess they
definitely heard me.

Is anybody out there?

I'm not getting any
further response, so,

clearly, they
don't need my help.

It's starting up again.

You know what, that's not
anybody lookin' for help.

I'm guessing it's my
friends the poachers,

playing games with me again.

They know I'm out here
on my own and on foot.

They're tryin' to
mess with my mind.

Well, you know what?

It ain't working.

Let's give 'em a taste
of their own medicine.

Looks like they're beginning
to realize that I'm onto them.

Clearly, they're up for it.

I have the entire
night to hit the beat,

but I won't, I've
got ground to cover.

So long, assholes.

What was that?

Sounded like a tree falling.

Who the hell would be
all the way out here

cutting trees at
this time of night?

I didn't hear any cutting tools,

no, no ax, no, no
chainsaw, nothing.

I'll push on.

I've been walking along
for the last 20 minutes

with barely an incident, that
is, until a few seconds ago

when I heard what sounded
like twigs breaking underfoot.

I think someone or
something is following me.

That was nearby.

Sounded like it came over
there on my left somewhere.

Over where that came from,

I don't think it
would be a grizzly.

They'd make a helluva lot
more noise, that's for sure.

This thing, whatever it is,

it's much more
graceful on its feet.

I'm thinking it could
be a mountain lion.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

There's something over
there behind a tree

lookin' at me right now!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

There's no signs
of aggression yet,

I'm gonna turn the camera slowly

so you can take a look.

The eyes are set very poor
to be a mountain lion,

I think it could be a grizzly.

If it is, my best bet

is to stand my ground and

just try to make
myself look tall.

Oh, fuck!

It just growled at me, it
just fucking growled at me!

Oh, OK, OK, buddy.

I'm backing away,

backing away slowly.

Back away, back away.

Oh, fuck, fuck!

Back away, back away, back away.

OK, I'm gonna go on over here.

Oh, shit!

So far, so good.

Left that grouchy
critter way back there.

Seems to have left me be.

It doesn't appear to have
followed me, thank God.

Come on,
morning, where are you?

That was the longest
night of my entire life.

Stopped here around four
this morning to rest.

Ended up just
sitting here.

Didn't move an inch, I
didn't sleep a wink either.

Dawn couldn't
come fast enough.

As if that wasn't enough,

I now find myself in
the vicinity of not one,

but two of those camera trap
things that I saw yesterday.

Clearly, there's a lot of
hunter activity in this area.

Trouble it, I'm not seeing them.

Well, I think they sure
as hell are seeing me

and watching my every move.

Now that
daylight is here,

I can continue where I left off.

Whatever happens, I have to
make a concentrated effort

to be out of here by sundown.

I don't wanna cross paths again

with whatever that thing
was from last night.

Once was more than enough.

Still on foot, dammit
where's that trail?

Where the fuck is
it,, tell me!

I must be
going out of my mind

because for the life of me,

I cannot reconnect
with that trail.

Great, that's the
last of my water.

Fucking wonderful.

Fuck it,

time to man up and swallow
your pride, old boy.

We've got a bit of
a situation here.

Amber?

Bailey?

- Amber, listen, I'm sorry
about my attitude yesterday,

about what I said.

You were right.

As hard as it is
for me to say this,

You need
help, don't you?

- I fucking need help, Amber.

You have no idea how
much help I need.

I'm out of water, I'm
totally fucking lost here!

I'm wandering around in circles

without the slightest
idea of where I'm going.

I could be five
yards or five miles

from the nearest hiking trail

and I wouldn't be able
to tell the difference.

I'm fucked, Amber, you
hear me, I'm fucked!

Bailey, listen,
you gotta be calm, OK?

- How can you expect
me to be calm?

I'm in deep shit.

The whole trip has turned
into a fucking nightmare!

Amber, you've gotta get me
outta here, I'm not kidding.

Listen, you've got
to get a grip of yourself, OK?

- It's easy for you
to say that, Amber,

safe, indoors as you are.

I'm out here, in
this fucking place!

Bailey,
you've gotta relax.

Now is not the time
to go to pieces.

Find some high
ground with no cover

and you'll be easy to
be seen from the air.

I'm notifying the
sheriff right now.

He'll mobilize search and
rescue and they'll find you.

- OK.

Just get
yourself to high ground

and light the
biggest fire you can.

- Yeah, yeah, I'll do that.

Just be cool, OK?

- Yeah, yeah, I think
I'm gonna be all right.

Are you sure?

- Goddammit, Amber, I
said I'm gonna be OK!

Right, then.

I'm hanging up now and
calling the sheriff.

- Whatever anybody
tells you about me,

self-reliant out here,

and not overly
dependent on technology,

I know for a fact I
would be totally screwed

if it wasn't for this phone.

Goddammit.

Another goddamn
camera trap setup.

Yeah, fuck them and
their trail cameras!

Hello?

Is that
you, Mr. Rhodes?

- Yeah, yeah it is, who's this?

This is
Sheriff Marvin Krantz.

- Sheriff, thank God!

Are ya injured, son?

- No, no I'm not, I just need

to get out of this
fucking wilderness.

You needn't
worry about that.

We've a chopper in the air
looking for you as we speak

and a SAR unit has
been mobilized.

- Yes!

We'll find
ya, son, don't worry.

- Please hurry, Sheriff,
there's some poachers

following my every move.

They even fired
live rounds at me.

They're not poachers.

- How do you know that?

Because we've had
complaints about them before.

They're a couple of well-funded
monster-hunting nuts.

Rex and Tex Baxter, two brothers
that go around the world

chasing myths and legends.

They've been claiming for
years there's a creature

unknown to science in the
region you're in right now.

My guess is they've
been using you as bait,

trying to herd you into this
alleged creature's territory

in an attempt to flush it out

so they can photograph
it, maybe even capture it.

- Well, what you're
describing would explain

all the camera traps
I've been seeing.

We've had claims
from hikers and tourists alike

about them using
intimidation tactics,

trying to force people to
go deeper into the forest.

They're ruthless,
totally mercenary.

They'll use any means necessary
to fulfill their objective.

They don't care, my guess is,

they've had their eyes on you

from the moment
you arrived there.

- So they've been
using me all along,

and I've been doing
everything that they want.

It would
appear so, yes.

Having said that,
the gunfire is new.

I've never heard of
them doing that before.

My guess is, they're
running out of sponsorship,

getting desperate, so
they'll stop at nothin'

until they reach their goal.

They'll have a lot
of explaining to do

once I get my hands on
them, that's for sure.

It'll be a miracle
if they don't end up

doing time in the state pen.

Just keep your distance from
them and hang in there, son.

And get your ass to high ground.

- Will do, Sheriff, will do.

Aw, thank God.

Well, higher ground we go.

Fuck, this is proving more
arduous than I thought!

Trying to find higher
ground is tough

when you're stuck in this
maze of forest thicket,

and everything looks
the fucking same.

Sheriff?

Did you get
to some high ground yet?

- I'm workin' on it.

Well, you'd
wanna work a bit faster.

We'll be calling off
the search in one hour.

- What, one hour?

We're having a
lot of trouble triangulating

your cellphone signal, we'll
resume again at first light.

- Well, don't you
have thermal cameras

and forward-looking
infrared for night searches?

Son, this is
local, we're on a budget.

The search party is comprised
mostly of volunteers.

They're ordinary
citizens like you.

I can't have them wandering
around out there after dark,

and unless you get a
good signal fire going,

they'll be no point in having
a chopper in the air either.

- A chopper, I've
yet to even hear one!

We have a
large area to cover.

- But you can't just stop
for the entire night.

I wanna get the fuck outta here

as of this moment, i.e.
right fucking now, Sheriff!

OK, tell
you what I'll do.

I'll give ya an additional hour.

- Thank you, Sheriff, thanks.

But I mean
it, one hour only,

so I suggest you forget
about high ground for now

and get cracking on
a fire, right away.

- Getting cracking as I speak.

No time to fucking lose.

I don't know what's happening,

but I'm suddenly having a
lot of trouble doing this.

Aw, fuck
this method shit.

Why didn't I just bring a box

of goddamn matches
or a propane lighter?

Been doing
this for years.

Demonstrated for
students numerous times.

Numerous fucking times!

Now, I can't seem to get a
fire going when I need one.

Come on, light!

Light, you bastard!

Light, goddammit, light!

Fuck, fuck!

I can't do it,

I just can't do it.

What use it is having
survival skills

that don't work for you
when you actually need them?

I might as well face it.

Unless a miracle happens,

I'm gonna be bedding
down here again tonight.

I couldn't do it, Sheriff.

I couldn't get a fire going.

Well, the place
is probably still damp

from all the rain we had today.

- No, that's not it.

Face it, I'm losing my nerve.

No.

- Yes, that's what it is!

Well, you've
been lost out there

for a few days now,
you've been through a lot.

You have to expect a
certain amount of mental

and physical
exhaustion has set in.

- Well, I really
do need some rest.

Then you do that,
retire early and relax.

The search resumes at dawn.

We should be able to trace
your cellphone signal then.

- OK, Sheriff.

Maybe I'm not cut out
for this shit anymore.

Maybe it's time I started
thinking about a career.

Like actually getting one.

I hope you're
still shooting footage.

- Yeah, it's about
all I can do up here.

That's good, because
I got some cool news for you.

I told a TV producer
about your predicament,

and he said he'd be
interested in using

all the material you shot
thus far in a documentary.

Is that cool or what?

Well, isn't it?

Jesus, you're going
out of control

with your enthusiasm there!

- Look, I've got Amber
on the other line, Todd.

I'll get back to you.

Hey, baby.

How're
you doing up there?

- I'm, I'm really
pissed off, honey.

Be patient!

They'll be up there
looking for you

first thing in the morning.

- I know, it's just,

Jesus, I was certain
I'd be home by now.

I know, it's
hard on all of us,

just hang in there
till morning, OK?

- I'll sure as hell try.

OK, it's almost 3 a.m.

I was in an almost
coma-like sleep

when I was woken by
the sounds of objects

hitting off the
canopy on my tent.

I went out and I found these.

Someone out there is
throwing stones at my tent.

See, there it goes again.

Fuck off, you hear me?

I'm not afraid of you!

Looks like, looks
like a black bear.

Can't be sure 'cause,

it ain't no bear that's
been throwing stones.

Whatever it was, it seems
to have stopped now.

I'm gonna try to get some sleep,

keyword being try.

I managed to get a light
sleep, maybe 25 minutes,

but I was woke up

by the sounds of these
footsteps outside.

I don't know what it is that's
wandering about out there,

but, is it a grizzly?

Giant red fence, right about,

now.

That ain't no fuckin'
grizzly out there.

Whatever it is,

just stepped right
over the goddamn fence

as if it wasn't there!

Oh, shit!

Oh fuck, it's,

it's right outside
my fucking tent!

Oh, what the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?

Fuck, oh, fuck!

Oh fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Oh fuck!

Get the
fuck away from me!

Get the fuck away from me!

Fuck!

Shit, oh fuck, shit!

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit!

Shit!

What the hell?

Sounds like,

sounds like trees falling.

It's,,
it's getting louder.

That means it's,
it's getting closer.

Oh, shit, shit!

Oh, fuck, oh shit!

Oh my God, oh God!

Fuck, I've been running solid

for an hour non-stop.

Hopefully, I left that thing,

whatever it was, way back there.

I haven't heard a thing
since,

oh God, I need to stop
and catch my breath.

I don't know what
the hell that this was,

but I wanna put as much distance

between it and me as possible.

Why'd I come out here?

Why, why?

What the fuck?

Ah, fuck!

Jesus!

Jesus!

Fucking thing was,

though it was tracking me.

I, I, I think it's,

I think it's, I think
it's gone for now.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck, oh fuck!

I'm pretty sure this is
the way to my campsite.

I've been on foot
for a while now,

so it can't be too
much farther ahead.

I think I see it
just in front of me.

Oh, God, no, no!

I don't believe this!

It's been thrashed!

Everything has been
totally thrashed!

Fuck!

Wait, maybe my phone is
still around here somewhere.

Aw, fuck it!

This is what's left of my phone.

Oh, damn.

Well, I'm gonna
salvage what I can and,

and make tracks.

There's nothing
more I can do here.

Yet another one of
those trail cameras.

Those Baxter brothers put
these things all over the place

thinking something is
hiding out in these woods.

And after my
experience last night,

now I'm a believer, too.

Instead of beating
the shit outta this,

like I almost did the last one,

I'm gonna do what I
shoulda done from day one.

Luckily my stills camera
is one of the few things

to survive the thrashing
my camp took last night.

Their trap triggered six times

and I've taken the
memory card out of it.

Maybe, I'll be able to see
exactly what's going on here.

What the hell is that?

I don't know what the
hell that thing was.

It could be what I saw
and heard last night,

but it definitely raises more
questions than it answers.

Look at this place!

Aw, fuck!

I don't believe this!

Trees are leveled
everywhere you look!

They've been knocked over
as if hit by a hurricane!

I have no clue
what's going on here.

There may be something up ahead.

What, what the hell?

Holy shit.

No.

Two packs here.

That leaves me in no doubt
of who owns this campsite.

Those two monster hunters.

If they were here
when this happened,

there's nothing much
I can do for 'em.

Not much I can use here.

Except, however, if
it's still working,

a fairly average two-way radio.

Hello, this is Bailey Rhodes.

I'm lost in Lolo National Forest

and in need of assistance.

Is anyone listening
on this frequency?

Is anyone out there?

I've gotta get out of here.

That thing could
still be around.

Anybody there, over?

Hello?

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

- Who's this?

I'm sorry!

- Tell me who you are!

Who are you?

They killed him.

- What?

Help, help, please help!

- Are you one of
the Baxter brothers?

Where are you?

Tell me where you are!

Hello?

Hello!

I don't know what the
fuck that was all about.

Never heard back from that
person again, whoever he was.

Radio's been silent every since.

And I don't know where
I'm walking anymore.

I'm tired, I'm hungry,

I'm thirsty, the list goes on.

I don't know what I'm doing!

Frankly, I don't give a shit.

I just don't care anymore!

Fuck this, fuck the
woods, fuck everything!

That was not my radio.

Jesus, it's close by.

Hello!

What the fuck?

There's that
knocking sound again.

It's,

it's all around me!

It's fucking everywhere!

Shit!

Oh fuck!