I ran across two black guys from NYC out deer hunting years ago. They were all bug eyed, out of breath, soaking wet and covered with mud. Seems they'd been lost for hours and desperately wanted me to point them in the direction of the road. The funny part was them telling me the nightmare they'd been through wandering around in the woods and crossing several creeks before running into me. That patch of woods was maybe 80 acres bordered by roads on two sides and farm fields on the other two with one stream running through it.
