My brother in law and I were checking trap lines late one summer in the high up yonder- some very rough country to the north of Zion NP. We used horses since the loop was about 20 miles.<br><br><br>We'd already checked several of the traps - yeas - all legal. We'd tied up the horses and carefully worked our way down and to the south. Nothing in the trap, so we headed back up to our horses. It took us a little longer, since we were heading back uphill in heavy brush. When we came out, no horses. We could see the tracks - ours and the horses. <br><br>After a smoke and a drink from our canteens - although we carried bigger ones on the horses, we both always carry our own on our person, since we would end up riding whathever (sometimes half-broke) stock was around.<br><br>We finally decided we'd crosed over in the brush. It took us 45 minutes to walk over the ground it took us about 20 minutes to cover on the horses just a couple hours ago.<br><br>Fortunately we had the basics and were able to "hug a tree" until we figured out what we'd done wrong.<br><br>Since we'd ridden horses in from the end of a 50 mile dirt/gravel road....<br><br>