Coon hunting at night, we've got some stuff we hunt where there is about 20 acres of solid timber bordered by small fields on one side and sand pits on the other. Even with a compass we spent over an hour in the trees. Now I carry a GPS with me most of the time. Then we would turn off our lights and see which direction the light was coming from, once we got to the sand pit we turned around and walked straight out the opposite direction.

The most lost I have ever been was the first time I seriously navigated in a new part of our training area. We went probably only 50 meters to the East of our intended point and we ended up way past it. It was the one time I thought I was such a failure but in retrospect it was such a valuable lesson.

I was 15 and just shot my first buck. Thinking it was a good shot placement, and being young, I couldnt wait any longer in the stand. So my father and i went looking for him. After about two hundred yards we went back and got some help from the guys at camp. We went back looking for the deer and I had my nose to the ground looking for blood when I realized know one was even near me. I panicked and started walking faster yelling their names but got no answer. I was lost only about an hour but it scared the crap out of me. It was a horrible day.... got lost and lost my first deer, which is hopefully my last.

Nothing is quite so frustrating as being lost. It makes you feel helpless and scares you at the same time. I remember getting lost before being well-trained and I remember how quickly it was to get lost.

I sometimes get turned around in the deep woods, but the only times I have been lost were when I have been in big cities. Once in Seattle when I went out a different door of a large department store then the one I went in (first time in Seattle). Once in Tacoma, I was on a Street that was going South but curved West and I thought I was still going south. Twice in Portland kept trying to find a way accross the Willamete River

I just shot a button buck w/ my compound, it was my 2 deer w a bow and me and my dad went to look for him, when we found him i went to get my knife and it was gone there was a hole in my poket so i could not gun him so my dad said ok linda start draging i will find ourway back an he was holding the flashlight.
well it was not me that got us lost it was my dad and he was the one mad. im like dad im pulling a 100lb deer not you. so why r u whineing.haha i was having a good time evan tho we were lost but i was happy bt the great shot on the deer and we finily made it back to the car. yay =]

Colorado. Parked the truck along the road and hiked over two ridges and worked a little north. So to get back to the truck should only require hiking back over two ridges and then a little south along the road. Well after hiking back over two ridges there was no road. If I had consulted a topographical map I would have seen that just north of where I crossed the second ridge it was divided by a ravine that split it into two ridges, so to return to the road required crossing three ridges. I discovered this by climbing the ridge in front of me to get my bearings and there below was the road and to the south was my truck. Map and compass. don't leave home without it.