I went fall turkry hunting with a friend from work. We had set up in the evening where they like to go to roost. I was to walk back to a path and follow it out of the woods, to the truck.Well I sat there till dark hoping to see a bird or hear some fly up for the morning, no birds. I walked out looking for the path. In the dark I must have walked right past it. Now I was lost in the Mark Twain Nat. Forest, about 15,000 acres worth of forest. That was scaaaaaaaary. I knew I had gone too far so I turned around and started looking for the path again. Still couldn't find it in the dark. Really scared now!!! Then I remember the walky talky. I pull it out of my pocket and call my buddy. He answers and asks me why I am not at the truck. He comes back up the trail and whistles to me. I was about 50 yards off the trail. It is a hard feeling to describe, but I did not like being lost!!!