Don't curse the dark, light a candle! An onion soup concoction is a very good predictor...of life or probable death. You and a buddy are on a camping trip in the middle of no where and far, far from somewhere. He stumbles and nearly guts himself on a short, sharp tree stump. Mother Nature makes a call on you when you see what has happened. Your buddy manages to hoist himself from the stump and begins to bleed fiercly. You put your hand on the hole and the bleeding stops but it's still leaking. Finally you get some clothing to use as a bandage. After a bit there is small seeping but nothing life threatening so long as he doesn't move. He needs help but do you leave him? I didn't before I made a strong pungent onion soup--lots of wild onions in this area. When it cooled down, I made him drink all of it! Gently as possible, I re-opened the tear and bent down to the damaged area and sniffed like an old experienced bloodhound. Only the gory odor was available---this gave me time to repatch his belly, make him comfortable then hi-tail it to the nearest aid station. There are no morals to this story. The onion broth told me what kind of chance my friend had when I left him. If you can't smell a stink then the gut was not holed---no peritinitis--he and I still make it to the wilderness. In the pick three game---look for the devious link to a win, something that's not in the lime light. State Commissioners love to be sneaky and Onion soup won't help you win either!

Teufellj