Before I packed a compass, I got myself lost to the extent that a buddy and I walked for hours only to come back to a familiar spot. Not uncommon to do as humans tend to walk in a circle because of a dominant leg. We had gone to shoot woodies in an afternoon spot and we marked the difficult part of the trail going in. We couldn't find it in the dark. We thought we could hear highway noise and we walked towards it. Wind through the trees is what we heard. We were chasing the wind. We stopped, built a fire and waited for dawn. Finally at 5 am we heard shots and walked towards them. Our wives had called friends who knew where we were and found the car. Jimmy's wife had called the sheriff and was asked two questions: Has he done this before and does he play cards?
