ORIGINAL: Johnmorris

15 Years ago my dad and brother went hunting on a piece of land that was paper mill land. Instead of walking down a logging road the trail the took crossed it and you had to go north to get out and south to get to the river which was a mile down. Now this was Thanksgiving and there were to be home about noon when they left the woods the followed my brothers compass which was broke and it took them the to the Logging road but they could not find the cross trail. My dad knowing that North was the way to the road at the logging road said the could walk out that way. He had a wrist compass that showed the direction they were walking when you looked at it he read it back ward and walked the mile to the river. They than had to turn around and walk two miles to the road and another mile to the truck. This was in a rain storm and 32 degree weather.. We sure had some frozen discouraged hunters. I bought them both new compasses for Christmas and went over the instructions with them.
By the way I never fall to mention this when we go hunting every year