I have never been so absolutely hopelessly lost and discombobulated as I was one time hunting hogs on a very cloudy evening in the palmetto swamps along the Savannah River in South Carolina. This was before I even owned a GPS. I got on to a hogzilla and was very intent on killing him. I was stalking him and gaining ground as he led me into the darkest, thickest, spookiest part of that 12,000 acres, and then he somehow vanished. I had no clue where I was. I was convinced that my very nice orienteering compass was malfunctioning.
I followed my defective compass anyway, lol. I can't recall any time before or since that I was happier to see my truck in the fading twilight. shit all looks the same in the palmettos.