Got turned around in a snow storm ( Hunting elk in january) one time and wandered around in the Montana mountains for a couple of days and nights,10 to 30 below,3 foot of snow,finally walked out by taking a line,landmark to landmark to a cabin I saw many miles away from the top of a mountain.Made it thru one of the worst deadfall hells I've ever seen by following the trail of a couple of elk that went thru it,they were walking on logs and such, so I did too, worked good.This was in the middle of the night mind you,three qaurter moon put out enough light to navigate by.I learned that keeping your head and not giving up is the biggest tools you've got in your kit of skills. I had three hard candies in my pocket for rations.No water,no heavy coat. Got to that cabin at around midnight,Park county coroner answered the door,(he was coordinating the search for my body the next day).My clothes and boots were frozen to me, I did'nt get frostbit,but my core temp was so low that he could'nt get a temp with a oral thermometer(I passed on having the other kind used).Took three days for any moisture to make it to my bladder(Drank gallons of water),feet and ankles were sore and swollen for a week because of all the nearly non-stop walking I did to stay warm and make my way out. Lesson learned,never walk away from the truck(I don't care how hot a track you take up) without a fanny pack loaded with the essentials strapped on.That was back in the early 90's and I am still awandering the wild country.Me, my weapons and my pack. Frank