I've been a member of the "fugowee" tribe several times in my "career"

We always carry a few birdshot rounds during shotgun season for signalling either that we're lost (three evenly paced shots means "I'm lost!") or to figure out where we are (call someone on the radio, tell them to listen for the shot and then advise on where to go).

I got "turned around" once just coming out of the woods along a clear path. It was getting dark and as I was walking out, "something" howled right by the path. It got me so shook up I missed a turn and walked a good 100 yards the wrong way. No flashlight so I had to stumble my way back up the path and find the intersection not knowing what the hell had scared the poop out of me that was probably still back there waiting for me.

What a chicken eh?[]