I agree with Grizzly...sleeping in a hammock is a luxury. At my ordeal in 1960, I had a flashlight, pocketknife, a blanket, and a couple of matches. We were dropped off one-by-one around the camp with no one looking out for our comfort. I slept a little but kept waking up when granddaddy long-legs would crawl across my face. I sure was glad to see the sunrise. Wish I had known about hammocks then.
Don't argue with the alligator until after you cross the river.