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ill-advised strategy
One of the longest days I had back in the day was when a buddy and I were on a 2-duder remote small fire we’d been dropped into in Central Idaho. We’d gotten around our little cute fire the night before, had a nice campout, and had ‘er down to some bone piles late next morning when we kinda simultaneously heard the radio start to go bananas and noticed a very large column occupying the sky to our East. This lil old fire of ours hadn’t even bothered the canopy, so we had no safety at all from a running crown fire.
Neither one of us knew the area, and our fly-in scouting had mainly focused on our small fire and it’s immediate setup, so we broke out topos and tried to get a better overall sense of where the fuck we were in the big picture (as opposed to our little 2 acre fireground and immediate surroundings)...it was rolling, but flat enough that it was looking tough to really get a prime lookout anywhere close to where we were. The column was going huge, and the radio was full nonstop mayhem with campgrounds being overrun and serious life threatening run for your life evacuations going on. So we decided to disengage from our little fire and try to make radio contact with an established lookout tower, so we could kinda verify somebody with a view had our location and was watching to see if we had to gtfo.
It took a while to break into the radio mayhem, and the answer we got was totally unsatisfactory...like, yeah yeah we know you’re there I guess whatever.
So we started looking at other plans...mainly trotting about 5 miles to a reservoir we could see on the maps. We really studied our position and tried to be extra sure we were correct about this escape. Deciding we would bail for the trot if we started getting significant ashfall. Then I sent Jeff back to keep an eye in our little fire while I searched around for a decent view of this monster to our east. I ended up climbing a tree, and the next few hours Jeff and I traded back and forth mopping up our little fire and watching to see if the huge one would carry over the ridge a half mile or so to our east.
Finally we called it controlled and scrambled out to meet a pickup on a road near that reservoir around sunset. We got into Garden City maybe like 11 or midnight or so... dinner was real good that night. I believe that big push to our east rolled over our little fire the next day.
When I think of being very small and forgotten near big running timber fire, that’s the day I think about the most. When I think about one getting really out of hand and every man for himself can’t get even get on the radio to call for help mayhem mode, that’s the day I remember.