Nah I wouldn't say we were lost at all. We just knew we went over this ridge, down this creek, up another ridge, sidled around a bit. We always new roughly witch way to go. Kept an eye on the sun, used it as a rough compass and walah, Mr Truck. Don't see the point in walking out the way you walked in. But I get what your saying, and we don't hunt like that anymore.
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