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Having been faced with the choice of dying of drinking his own urine to stay alive, a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs never tasted so good for Desmond Kuik.
The 42-year-old hunter was rescued yesterday afternoon having spending three freezing nights lost in the dense bush of Urewera National Park in the central North Island.
On Sunday afternoon, Mr Kuik set off on what he thought would be an easy one-hour hunt so he didn't take his emergency equipment a very bad decision he came to deeply regret that nearly cost him his life.
He said he somehow managed to get onto the wrong track and found himself lost on a ridge as night closed in.
He huddled down in a tree hollow and tried to sleep.
"The first night was pretty tough, it was quite a windy and cold night so I just tried to keep myself warm and dry.
"I didn't have a lighter to start a fire, I didn't have anything."
The next morning he fired three gunshots into the air in the hope that his hunting group would hear, but because of the wind and his position they didn't.
"I should have stayed where I was, I shouldn't have gone anywhere, but I thought I could find my way out."
He tried to retrace his steps, leaving fern leaves as markers so searchers would be able to follow him, and found himself at the Kouanui hut, where he stayed the night.
There was a map in the hut which showed he was only a few kilometres from his groups camp, so he left a note containing his details for searchers and decided to try.
"I should have stayed in the hut another night but ... I was quite confident I could get out."
He told himself he would turn back to the hut if he couldn't find the camp within four hours, but he got lost again.
"Unfortunately the weather became nasty and the day was getting dark quickly and I couldn't make my way back to the hut."
It was freezing cold that night and the only shelter he could find was a pig hole, just large enough to fit him.
"That was the worst night because it was very cold - zero degrees - and there was a hail storm."
To try and stay warm don't laugh he urinated into a plastic packet he had in his backpack and used it like a hot water bottle.
His rations consisted of one chocolate bar a day and very limited water. He thought about drinking his urine if he didn't find a water source soon.
"At the end of the day I had no choice and if I was short of water that would be my last drink," he said.
The next morning he felt hopeless. About two hours later he heard gunshots in the distance.
"I made a long call 'help' and they heard me."
A search team, which included one of his hunting companions, found him and gave him a "big hug".