Elk hunting in the Sawtooth range many years ago. Day warmed up, and I fell asleep under a tree. It was getting dark, and cold when I woke up. My friends and cousin I was with, had told me, if you ever get confused, find the nearest creek, and follow it down. As all water in that area emptied into the main branch. I had my flashlight out, and about an hour and a half into the dark, found the logging road, with one of my hunting partners sitting in it. Asked me in that slow Idaho drawl, taking a little midnight hike are ya? Pretty relieved to see that truck.
A funny instance happened on Lake Erie. Both my parents were still alive, and we had a Sunday out walleye fishing. As the day wore on, it got pretty hazy, and pretty soon couldn't see more than a 1/2 mile. So, when we decided to pull up lines and head in, I started the boat, took a compass heading, and started to go. My mother insisted that we were going the wrong way. I looked at my dad, and politley told my ma, you can go any direction you want, but me and this boat are going my way. My dad just laughed. After about 15-20 minutes of running, the Toledo water intake came into view, which is about 2 1/2 miles offshore from the marina we docked at. As we entered the canal, my dad and I just glanced at each other, but neither one of us turned around to see what ma was doing. We figured it was safer that way. gypsyman
