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CAP TO THE RESCUE<br />
Afternoon of fishing stretches into<br />
two cold nights and three anxious days<br />
By Janet Adams<br />
AA day of fishing in the Everglades<br />
seemed a harmless adventure for 17-yearold<br />
Michael Harding and his fishing<br />
buddy one February afternoon in 1985.<br />
Renting a bass boat from Loxahatchee<br />
National Wildlife Refuge, the two<br />
teenagers headed for a fishing spot<br />
Harding’s friend had found the previous<br />
week while on an airboat. Harding<br />
recalls, “While attempting to reach his<br />
spot, the water went shallow and the<br />
engine intake clogged, causing the engine<br />
to overheat and seize.”<br />
Marooned in the middle of nowhere, hours from the<br />
nearest common waterway, the duo was entangled and<br />
afloat in the infamous “River of Grass.” The boys quickly<br />
ran out of supplies (four Cokes), and as the sun set, darkness<br />
brought cold and wind. Shorts and T-shirts had been<br />
fine for a sunny afternoon’s fishing, but were no match<br />
for a winter night in the ‘Glades. Grabbing weeds and<br />
Lt. Col. Michael Harding knows<br />
firsthand the importance of the<br />
Civil Air Patrol. As a teen, he and<br />
a fishing buddy were stranded in<br />
the Everglades for three days.<br />
They were rescued by CAP pilots,<br />
who spotted their disabled bass<br />
boat from the sky.<br />
Photos by 1st Lt. Charlene Tyler, Florida Wing<br />
reeds in reach of the boat, the boys lit them<br />
for warmth that lasted mere minutes.<br />
Cutting up one of the oars for firewood,<br />
they managed to cook two fish they had<br />
caught by using the boat’s aluminum seat<br />
as a frying pan.<br />
The next morning as the sun rose, so<br />
did the boys’ hopes of rescue. Surely<br />
someone was looking for them by now.<br />
“At this point,” Harding said, “we were<br />
using our T-shirts to filter the silt and<br />
algae from the water to make it fit to<br />
drink. By afternoon, without any signs of humanity, we<br />
feared we were going to have to spend another night on<br />
the boat. We heard airboats off in the distance a few<br />
times during the day, but they were too far away. Our<br />
screams were in vain.”<br />
That night, to ward off the chill, the teens lined the<br />
bottom of the aluminum boat with sawgrass, even<br />
though the grass was sharp and painful against their<br />
U. S. Civil Air Patrol Volunteer 8 July-August 2007