My two youngest sons are teenagers now and know more then I do, so they hunt on thier own now. They were hunting when they got turned around, the youngest said to his older brother I think we're lost,and Dad always said that if your lost fire three shots and someone will come rescue you, so the older son said I don't believe Dad knows what he's talking about, but i'll give it a try, I don't want to be out here after dark. He fired off three shots and they waited! And waited!
Nobody showed so the younger brother say's it's starting to get dark you beter fire off three more shot's, so the older brother fired three more times. Finally it's pitch dark they are shivering cold, and hearing things around them in the woods, and the younger brother says ok i'm starting to get worried you better fire off three more shots, and the older brother say's I can't I'm out of Arrows!

Good one!