I remembered when my group got stranded in Mt. Pangasugan in August 1992, I was the one who stood out from them. My gears were outdated and heavy; my shoes and backpack were mere improvisations and patched up things. I didn't know, at that time, I was practicing bushcraft. I walked on the trail as if I am familiar with the terrain although it's my first time there. Believe me Pangasugan is ruthless terrain. I do many short-cuts along thick jungle leaving me bleeding in the arms. On the second night I slept alone. At dusk and at dawn the jungle became alive with nocturnal creatures. One wild pig left its mark on the ground beside me. I used common sense all the time that benefit the group's survival. Read my story of my adventure in Mt. Pangasugan.