Getting lost brings to mind two incidents. The first was many years ago when I first started hunting with the group I hunt with. I was new and one of the older members was given me the assignment to direct me to a hunting area. Not knowing the area, I took a compass. and intended to follow the directions I was given. Park at "this place and proceed straight southeast and you will come to the river in about 500 yards", then turn left along the river bank and you'll come to the stand. Well, we started southeast all right, but my so called guide kept veering more and more to the south, until we were headed actually back towards the southwest, and away from the river.I kept telling him we were off course, to which he replied that I needed a better compass. Finally, we went down a hill and emerged into a swamp. He looked and said Darn, they moved the river.
The second was last year on my own property. It was a cloudy overcast day and I was trying to make my way through a thick growth of new pines. Now I wasn't lost in the since that I couldn't eventually find my way out in some direction, but I did get a mite turned around. I thought I was headed for my truck, but instead I managed to come out to a field just below an old farm house, exactly in the wrong direction by several hundred yards. Since then, I always carry a compass or handheld GPS, even in areas I know.
"A day spent in the fields and woods, or on the water should not count as a day off our allotted number upon this earth."
Jerry, Kilted Old Fart.
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