Untroubled days, to paraphrase Leo Tolstoy’s famous description of all happy families, are similar in their sameness. Each disastrous day is unique in its dreadful detail. Just as no two drownings are exactly alike, each fatal fall, snakebite, and hypothermic coma has its own unfortunate narrative, a perilous story arc that usually turns on poor choices, lack of preparation, bad weather, and a dose of sorry luck. There are few populations of humans who have more opportunity to join the ranks of disaster victims than hunters, fishermen, and those of us who seek the things that can only be found outdoors, often in the worst weather.
We deliberately put ourselves in harm’s way every time we leave a vehicle with a loaded gun, or follow deer tracks deeper into the…
