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Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm
I grew up in the 70s when people weren't as worried about their kids wandering off alone, and right opposite where I lived were fields and woods. Follow those far enough, and you got to the nearest town. (This is the UK, so the distances are somewhat shorter than they would likely be in a similar scenario in the US. Plus we don't have that many dangerous wild animals around...). So, it's how I grew up. I don't take risks, at least not to my mind - I know others who think the mere act of going for a walk by yourself somewhere that isn't densely populated is risky, it's just as much a part of who I am as reading is.
And derailing slightly, when you said drunk hunters, I thought for one moment you meant people who, for whatever reason, hunted drunks. Then I realised you meant hunters who were drunk...
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so did I, and my playground was the mountains. I would quite often take off for 3 or 4 days on horseback as a teen and my Dad wouldn't worry (my Mom would worry if I was overdue from the toilet)
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Originally Posted by DixieGal
Kris, AM, let's be honest and call the drunken hunters "rednecks."
I got all of the navigation genes in my family. I can practically navigate by smell! My sister, on the other hand, has to have notes to find the front door. She writes down parking space row numbers, which floor she parked in at the parking deck, and most infamously, she typed up the directions to my office and made is credit card sized, then laminated it to keep in her wallet. This was so that she wouldn't get lost on her frequent trips to pick me up for lunch, although she does occasionally have to call me and describe the landmarks so that I can talk her in.
It's our family joke: She can't find her way to the front door, and I'm the klutz.
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actually some rather well heeled people end of drunk and lost in the woods during hunting season... not just rednecks for once!
I went to college with this gal who had some sort of broken thing in her brain and she literally had to write down on a map that she had covered in plastic where she parked. she couldn't find her way from class to the student union, library or anywhere else ever. she just couldn't remember how to get places.
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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
Perfectly flip flopped! 100% of the time in flat terrain. However, she did believe that any up-hill direction was north. This had to be taken into consideration when backpacking in the Sierras, so she would just close her eyes and point to our intended destination. We would then turn 180 degrees and begin travel, always with success!
No... a leave-homing pigeon. 
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you know, interestingly enough in Search and Rescue Science (yes, there is such a thing) they have proven that children will almost always go "up" when lost. the up direction is associated with safety in their young minds