About 15 years ago my partner and I drew moose tags just west of Yellowstone. One morning we planned to hunt a canyon that paralleled the road about 1/2 mile away. The terrain was almost totally flat, moderate timber, and no underbrush. It was heavily overcast and snowing lightly. My partner took off from the truck on the road and headed for the canyon with me behind him. We'd gone about 1/2 way when things just didn't feel right to me. I pulled out my compass. We were supposed to going due south but my compass said due north. I was just getting ready to tap him on the shoulder when he walked out on the road only 200 yards from the truck. I thought it was a lot funnier than he did. The ol' dominant leg trick proved itself that day.
