The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night of September 2, 1997 when Bob Miller was driving from the country. It was about a three hour drive from his house to the middle of nowhere. He couldn’t wait to get home so he could sleep. He was exhausted from two days of hunting and very hungry.

That night as he was driving it started to rain and the roads were too dangerous to be on. While driving on a hill, the car hydroplaned off the road and into a tree.

A few minutes later he woke up on the ground, cold and wet from the rain. It had stopped raining but the car was all smashed from the crash. Bob didn’t know where he was, but he knew he was lost somewhere in the woods.

Scared and hungry, he packed his gun and knife up and he left the car. He started to walk to the road to find some help. He walked and walked until he found a cave that he could start a fire in to dry off.

When he woke up the next day, he went hunting and tried to find his way home. It was a nice day and it wasn’t cold out so he walked down the hill from where the cave was.

Police found his car on the side of the road and called for a search and rescue team to find the lost hunter. While the search and rescue team were looking for him, he went swimming in a lake. The search and rescue team spotted smoke from the campfire and went there to look. When they got to the cave, they saw Mr Miller swimming in the lake. They went down and got him and took him home.