I always think of Bugs Bunny with compass posts. Bugs pops out, blinks, consults his map and proclaims " I must have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque!" Walking out of a survival situation is merely the organised panic of lost people. Button compass' are literaly just that, first created by the RAF to conceal in uniforms along with wire saws, silk maps and minute knives if downed over hostile territory. We don't have Wermacht soldiers sweeping farmhouses for us, so lets sit down and think. One degree error in a compass equals 92' per mile off point. That may make a difference calling in a artillary strike, but if I get lost in California I'm pretty certain of stumbling onto Los Angeles eventually. I may wind up at a convenience store in El Cerritos instead of Ma Maisons in Beverly Hills, but both have phone service and water. Well, Maisons will have a lemon slice in it and you need a tie. Certainly anyone going anywhere will have quality map and compass in a formal kit. In a PSK the button is appropriate. Everything is hopefully redundant with the comfort of backup systems and knowledge. Some people run around fondling tree moss and making miniature Stonehenges out of sticks. I suppose you could lift a squirrel's tail for another obscure direction indicator, but I'll keep my button. Better yet, I'll just stay put. <img src="/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />