Getting lost while hunting could be a big problem. I have never been ‘LOST’ while hunting but the rest of the world has been seriously misplaced a couple of times.
While living and teaching in Iowa, Frenchy and I spent a lot of time afield. Getting lost wasn’t a problem at all. Iowa’s land was surveyed using the ‘Rectangular Land Survey’ method which set parcels of land into one square mile sections. Most of these ‘sections’ had mile roads on all four sides so all one had to do was to walk a mile or two in a straight line and you’d come out on a road. Besides that, there weren’t many hills in central Iowa where I taught and dogs had a hard time finding a tree to lift its leg next to.
While teaching at three different locations in Minnesota, getting lost didn’t pose a problem either. Again the land was surveyed using the Rectangular Method, but roads didn’t always run every mile. Minnesota had two things that would throw some hunters for a loop. Besides all the trees, especially in the northern part of the state, it has 10,000 plus lakes one must circumvent. You had to work to get lost.
Teaching at both Langford and Watertown in South Dakota, getting lost wasn’t a problem either. We lived 14 miles from Langford and during the fall and winter I ran a trap line to and from school. My travel routes were across sections, down dirt roads, around sloughs, etc. I only had to use a road the last mile into town. The Pickle Queen would ask which route I took to come home, and I had a hard time remembering as it all depended on how many sets I had to remake as to which routes I would take. Hunting around Watertown wasn’t bad either. Again, using the same survey system as Iowa and Minnesota had, roads were almost every mile except for around he lakes that dotted the landscape.
Moving out here to Virginia has proven to be quite different. As I had said when I started Life On The Massanutten, we live at the end of a 14 mile road. I use the word ‘road’ rather loosely. It’s one way in and the same one way back out. There are a few side roads about a mile or two long but they all end without going anyplace. We’ve tried a few out and were lucky to get back to the main road as finding a place to turn around are far and few between. There are thousands upon thousands of acres full of ravines, hollers, hills, dales, creeks, etc. Getting lost out here would be no problem at all.
We’ll have been out here 6 years come the middle of November. When Catfish found out that I was an avid hunter and trapper he felt obligated to tell me about an episode he had experienced. He had been hunting these woods for many years and felt that he could go anywhere on the Massanutten and find his way back home without blinking an eye. He was hunting deer so was in full hunting regalia carrying his favorite hunting rifle. Suddenly he dropped the rifle he had been dragging, stumbled forward and through his arms around a man who had emerged from a patch of timber. and cried, “I’ve been lost for two days, and am I glad to see you!”
“What are you so glad about?” mumbled the man. “I’ve been lost for a week!”
Message taken. I’m careful where I trod.
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