It's kinda funny - I hunt, oh, maybe 500 yds from the nearest road, in an area bounded on all sides by road - where on a nice day, you can hump to the other side in, oh, an hour or so. I've gotten turned around in there - not badly, but came out 1/4 mile from where I wanted to - and that was in nice weather

And folks wonder why I have food, water, a whistle, a compass, and firemaking gear with me (I know if I walk due south, I hit the road I want - no matter what, so...)

Still....

Dad, who taught me this stuff, has gotten to the point that IF he goes in the woods this year, it'll be in sight of the house. Bah, old age sucks