The season before last my friend and I took a December hunt on a mountain near home. I have been a compass man for years, but as we stepped into the woods my friend drew his GPS and set it for our return. I just put my compass back in my pocket assured we'd be back without problem. Several hours later friend clicked on the GPS and we followed the arrow back and forth over the ridge for an additional hour in search of the truck. It was only after I suggested we build a fire for the night and that I would regale him with my many stories that he began to recognize landmarks and we found the way to the vehicle.
