While bowhunting in N. Idaho I became disoriented one day. The sky was featureless and with the fog, I couldn't see any sun. I was in a large flat with thick second growth timber. I wandered around for some time before finally striking a logging road and following it until I came out at a recognizable location. It was well after dark before I got back to camp. What was going to be a quick look-around became a 6 hour march.
I was fortunate in that this area is bordered on all sides by roads and it was only a matter of time before I hit one.
Sure enough, I did't have a compass. It was an area I have hunted extensively and knew fairly well.
I've never spent a night out, but have had several friends that didn't show up until the next day.
There was this one time I made badger stew as a joke, but my partner never made it back to camp in order to fall for my joke meal.
Rob.
