{"id":98283,"date":"2025-04-01T06:29:45","date_gmt":"2025-04-01T11:29:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acrartex.com\/?post_type=survivor-stories&#038;p=98283"},"modified":"2025-04-01T06:29:46","modified_gmt":"2025-04-01T11:29:46","slug":"a-rescue-story-powered-by-a-personal-locator-beacon","status":"publish","type":"survivor-stories","link":"https:\/\/www.acrartex.com\/uk\/survivor-stories\/a-rescue-story-powered-by-a-personal-locator-beacon\/","title":{"rendered":"A Rescue Story Powered by a Personal Locator Beacon"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>It all started on a steep, unforgiving trail in the thick of the bush, as I was climbing upwards toward an alpine ridge I had hoped to traverse that day. The terrain was harsh, and the ascent was getting steeper as I went. I had already covered about 300 meters of the 1,100 meters I needed to reach the ridge. From there, I planned to cross the ridge and descend to my car, which was roughly 22 km away. I was determined to finish the walk that day, though it was becoming increasingly unlikely as time passed\u2014especially before the injury struck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As someone who has spent 22 years in the rescue industry with organizations like the Red Cross Emergency Response Team, St John Ambulance, and more recently, New Zealand Coastguard, I\u2019ve had my share of life-or-death situations. I\u2019ve been part of saving lives and witnessed the relief on people\u2019s faces when help arrives. But in this moment, as I sat injured, I didn\u2019t know if I was going to be the one needing rescuing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I take my work in rescue seriously, and when I found myself in trouble, I spent about an hour weighing my options. I thought about ways to self-rescue, wait a few days for my leg to heal, and then continue on. The bush was too thick to pitch my tent, and I wasn\u2019t in the mood to give up just yet. Despite my training and experience, I hesitated for a long time before activating my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.acrartex.com\/products\/resqlink-400\/?attribute_programming-kit=ResQLink+400+PLB+Safety+Kit+-+2346&amp;ads_cmpid=22148108329&amp;ads_adid=&amp;ads_matchtype=&amp;ads_network=x&amp;ads_creative=&amp;utm_term=&amp;ads_targetid=&amp;utm_campaign=&amp;utm_source=adwords&amp;utm_medium=ppc&amp;ttv=2&amp;gad_source=1&amp;gclid=EAIaIQobChMI2fmwycG0jAMV-51aBR1ctQz5EAQYAyABEgLmA_D_BwE\">ResQLink 400<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I kept pulling it out of the pouch, only to put it back in. My leg wasn\u2019t broken, I had plenty of food and water, and my car wasn\u2019t far. But the weather forecast had expired, and I knew if it started raining, the hill I was on would become perilously slippery and dangerous. That was when I realized: I needed help. I finally pushed the button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The moment I did, a wave of relief washed over me. But then, doubt crept in. The PLB flashed white and red, and I thought it hadn\u2019t connected to the satellite. My heart sank. I had a Garmin satellite text device with me, so I checked the satellite page, only to find that while several satellites were visible, the signal strength was low. I thought, &#8220;This is it\u2014I\u2019m stuck here.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then, something changed.<strong> The lights on the PLB shifted to white and green.<\/strong> The message had gone through. That small shift in color, a sign of connection, was a lifeline. It was a turning point, and I allowed myself a moment to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sent a text to my wife: &#8220;I\u2019ve injured myself, but I\u2019m okay. I\u2019ve activated the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.acrartex.com\/products\/resqlink-400\/?attribute_programming-kit=ResQLink+400+PLB+Safety+Kit+-+2346&amp;ads_cmpid=22148108329&amp;ads_adid=&amp;ads_matchtype=&amp;ads_network=x&amp;ads_creative=&amp;utm_term=&amp;ads_targetid=&amp;utm_campaign=&amp;utm_source=adwords&amp;utm_medium=ppc&amp;ttv=2&amp;gad_source=1&amp;gclid=EAIaIQobChMI2fmwycG0jAMV-51aBR1ctQz5EAQYAyABEgLmA_D_BwE\">PLB<\/a>. Don\u2019t worry.&#8221; I shared my coordinates, hoping it would be enough. Meanwhile, the Rescue Coordination Centre had already reached her, and she relayed the information they needed to understand the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I waited for the rescue helicopter, the cold set in. I put on extra layers, trying to get as comfortable as possible. I couldn\u2019t help but feel the weight of the situation. But then, the sound of the helicopter brought a surge of hope. <em>They were here\u2014I was going to be okay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But the tree cover was so thick that the helicopter crew couldn\u2019t see me. I waved my bright red rain jacket and yellow dry bag, but they didn\u2019t spot me. It was only later that I learned I should have used a high-visibility top to make myself more visible. The crew ended up winching the paramedic into the bush about 100 meters up the hill, and the helicopter flew off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In that moment, my heart sank. I started yelling, &#8220;I\u2019m here! I\u2019m here!&#8221;\u2014completely unaware that the paramedic was above me, trying to make contact. He finally shouted back, and then, just like that, we connected. The paramedic made his way down the hill to me. After a quick assessment, I was packaged up for extraction. The helicopter returned, and my pack was winched out first, followed by the paramedic and me together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was a relief to see a familiar face\u2014someone I had worked with on previous rescues. He told me, \u201cIf you hadn\u2019t set off that PLB, you probably wouldn\u2019t have been found, or gotten out.\u201d That hit me hard. It was serious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I didn\u2019t take any photos during the rescue; I had thought about filming the entire thing, but I was afraid of dropping my phone. I tucked it back in my pocket and focused on staying calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Normally, I\u2019m a stoic person. I don\u2019t let much bother me. But since this incident, I\u2019ve felt like a wreck. Digging deeper into the experience, sharing it with others has been therapeutic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A sign of connection, was a lifeline. 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