I don't hunt as much anymore as I would like too. But I use to always hunt alone!
I hunted on Eglin Field here in Fl. a few years back on Thanksgiving Day. I was bow hunting in the Wilderness Area and you can only walk in there. It was suppose to rain that day so had walked back out at lunch time to my truck so I could listen to the radio on the truck and hear the forecast while eating my lunch.
The forecast said the rain had been pushed back till after dark,with a possibility of sleet after dark. So I went back in to my stand and hung the rest of the day!
I stayed in the stand till I couldn't see the ground under me to shoot anymore. By the time I got down and walked the mile or so back to my truck it was well after dark.
When I crawled in the truck after loading my gear and hit the switch and all I got was a growl out of the starter.
:surrender:
After trying a few things I decided I would settle in for a long night as it was 16 miles to the nearest highway and only had a penlight to guide myself by and it had been predicted to rain and possible sleet for that night!
One thing about Eglin Field is it is all brushy and each road/trail looks like the last one. It easy too get turned around in the daylight let alone at night.
Staying with the truck seemed the best option, as I figured there would be some one in here the next morning at the latest!
I had told my wife that I was going to the Wilderness Area, field#6 in Eglin Field.
However all she remembered was the Wilderness Area. The Wilderness Area incubuses about 40 acres.
When she finally convinced the local police to call Eglin Field and they began to search for me it was about 10:00 PM. A ranger located me at about3:30 AM.
After he radioed into his headquarters and jumped me off, he told me I had better call my wife as soon as possible as she was very upset! I called her when I got to the first payphone (before cell phones) and told her she couldn't collect on my life insurance yet. :rotf: She called me a petname ( something like @$$hole ) she likes to call me when she's mad.
I kidded her that I figured her and her Mama had been taking bets as too whether I was snake bit or fell out of the tree! She seemed to calm down a little after she told me how worried she had been about "little ole me" and she used that pet name again! :wink:
That incident didn't stop me from hunting alone but convinced me to do a better job of letting the wife know the area I was hunting in and if I was going to be late for any reason I found a phone and called her!