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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

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