the hunter, josh alexander -- >> soon as i saw. i started screaming, help me, help me.me. >> i immediately made her sit down and gather her thoughts and everything. because her adrenaline was rushing. >> yeah. >> big time. >> was she clearly upset? >> oh, yeah. i started asking her, her name. her age. where she's from where she was flying to. where she'd come from. just mainly trying to check for head injury. make sure everything was okay. >> what were the chances? in all of that empty space, so rarely visited by humans, it was almost beyond mathematical calculation. like two needles finding each other in a very big haystack. >> i asked him where i was. he said, we'll, you're in mititsi, wyoming. >> reporter: looked at the map. it wasn't even on it. so, this unlikely try owe, banged up up hunter, young woman and horse, limped back down in the dark not knowing what would be waiting for them at the bottom when finally -- >> then it was right at dark, but i could still see through my binoculars, looked in the trailhead parking lot and spotted a sheriff's deputy pickup and