When I was around 12 or 13 we were going to do a drive on a chunk of river bottom.Never hunted it before but there was kind of a forked tree line that ran through the bottom, apparently i was supposed to stay on the outside fork and make a half circle, i took the inside of the fork instead and wound up following all the way to the next road.It took a couple hours and I came out after dark,I wasnt really lost, I knew where I was, but the rest of the hunting party didnt and they were looking for me back at the other end of the section.I wound up walking to a farmhouse to call mom, shefound dad and they picked me up.

Funny thing was I went back to that spot for the first time in 20 years about 2 years ago anddid almost the exact same thing.This time I thought I was in the inside of the fork and wound up following the wrong one about 1/2 mile off the river and came out in a field.I have no idea why I get lost in that particuliar section