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  • Lost?

    I have been asked if I ever get lost.I say no but mighty confused for some time.LOL
    Funny thing is the worst was in the pittsburgh airport after a week long cruse ,it was late night and I walked for many miles in the parking lot looking for my car .
    IF you have been confused ,share your story with us.

  • #2
    I have never been lost myself but I did follow a buddy around for a few hours while he was lost.


    • #3
      I came up here 18 years ago and have'nt managed to find my my way out of Alaska yet!


      • #4
        Never been lost, at least not "in the woods", lost in life... now that is a another story.


        • #5
          I wasn't lost, but... I was out moose hunting off the Denali Hwy several years back. I went with my father-in-law and his neighbor, along with his neighbor's buddy and his son-in-law. (now you're lost too). We were base camping at a motorhome so we were taking wheelers 9 miles back to a spot I like to glass from. It was just me and the other son-in-law this time out and we decided to go get a closer look at a group of bulls. Now he's a bit on the heavy side, so I was having to stop and wait quite a bit on the way to the moose. He finally decided he was going to "lighten his load" a little bit. I went on ahead to give him some privacy. He eventually caught up to me as I was watching the group. I made the decision that one could be legal but it wasn't giving me the look I needed, plus it was getting dark. We started making our way back and he stops and says, "hold on, I need to find my waistpack". I was a little confused by this. He explained that he took it off and laid it in a clearing to pick it up on the way back. I was baffled, but helped him look for it. It was then I figured out what he really meant when he said he was going to lighten his load. Not finding it anywhere and daylight about gone, I said..."We'll just have to come back tomorrow and look for it in the light. Let's just go back to the wheelers and head to camp." His reponse was..."I put the keys in the pack." I couldn't believe it!!! I searched for the pack for about 25 minutes and no luck. I decided I couldn't find that pack on my own, so I said a prayer. I found the pack about 30 seconds later. It was a fun (and very much a stress-relieving) drive back in the dark, and we were able to make it back to camp before midnight.


          • #6
            I myself have never been lost or even confused. I figure if I don't know where I'm going I can't get lost on the way!
            However once or twice I have come out of the woods several hours and a couple of miles from where I parked, but no matter where I went there I was. I couldn't have been lost, could I?
            Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day,
            Teach a man to fish and he'll also learn to drink, lie, and avoid the honey do list.


            • #7
              Your only lost if you don't come back!


              • #8
                I hesitate telling this story because I did just about everything wrong. It did teach me a few good lessons, however. Myself and 2 buddies were about 18-19 and loaded up one of our cars for a bow hunt. We were headed to the Capitan Mountains in central New Mexico. Minimal gear and not much more sense. We went to an area we had heard about, but never hunted. Arrived about 9pm and set up camp in the dark. Next morning we woke to a dense fog. After waiitng around for it to lift we just couldn't wait any longer and headed out in 3 different directions. We all agreed not to go far, especially in the fog. We figured on meeting back up in an hour or so. I only had my bow and a few arrows... no food, no water and by the way no compass. This was long before GPS. I went out from camp for maybe a 1/4 mile and sat down on a trail. Sure enough the fog began to lift and a couple of does came strolling by. They walk down the trail and into a small clearing. I figured I would follow them down to the clearing. SCORE... there he was! A vey nice muley buck on the other side of the clearing. I ease back in the trees and back up over a small ridge so I could skirt around to the other side of the clearing. An easy walk and took about 30 minutes to work around behind the clearing. Easing up through the trees and he was still there. I take a shot and knew it was a miss when it left the string. Spooked him a little, but he only moved a little ways through the trees. The hunt was on. I would move up 25 yards and he would move 25 yards. I would try to skirt ahead and he would shadow me the whole time. After 10-15 minutes of this he finally spooked off. Guess what? Now I realized I had no clue which way I had gone or any sense of direction. The fog was gone, but it was completely overcast. The sense of fear and intense loneliness was something I will never forget.

                I sat down for a few minutes and tried to mentally retrace my steps. I got up was able to find the clearing again. I figured our camp couldn't be more than a half mile away. At that point I "knew" I could find my way back. Wrong! After 30 minutes of walking, every tree looked the same and nothing looked familiar. I kept walking thinking the camp was just ahead. Bad decision. This went on for most of the morning and on into the afternoon. Finally I cut a logging road. It had not been used for quite a while, but at least it was an encouraging sign. I decided to take it in the downhill direction. It finally came to a locked gate and a well traveled dirt road. Again, I take the road in the downhill direction. Feeling better now. At least it looks as if there is some traffic on this road. Walked down the road a mile or so and see a road sign. I finally realize I am on the road we came in on last night, but I have been walking the wrong direction.

                Turning around, I walk back the way I came for a mile back to the locked gate. Walk on for no more than 100 yards and here is the turn-in to our camp. It's now about 5pm now and I hear voices in camp. I stumble in to find the Sheriff organizing a search party. Embarrassed and relieved, I tell them my stupid story. Everyone has a laugh; reminding me again how dumb I was.

                Later, the next day I retrace my steps with a buddy. At one point I was no more than 50 yards from camp, but just walked right by it. Even though I was never in any real danger and not really "lost" ... I can still feel that sense of fear and loneliness when you realize you have no clue where you are or which direction to go. The only good thing I did was to sit down and calm down every time I started to panic.


                • #9
                  I wasn't lost; the truck was hiding.


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