I'd hunted all over the US including some actual wilderness in ID, CA, and OR and never got lost or even close. But one day hunting grouse (alone, how much sense does that make?), in a state park in upstate NY, I hunted along for several hours and stopped to sneak up on a beaver dam to see if it contained any ducks. It didn't, but I then realized that it looked MIGHTY familiar. Looked around in the snow for tracks and sure enough there were some. Mine.
Wierd feeling; I'd walked in about a 2-mile circle, thinking I was going in a big arc back to the road where my car ws parked. This was on the Rensselaer Plateau in eastern NYS. It isn't flat or featureless, it is just nearly flat and the features are all the same. The streams up there don't really run in winter, they sort of seep in no particular direction. And it is heavily wooded, with occasional clearings that are old log landings, all almost identical. There is one promontory called "The Gipfel" but it isn't tall enough to see at any distance. Confusin' country. Fortunately I carry a compass.
