We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Anything that gets me to the bar faster, works for me.
Seriously though, getting turned around in the woods on a cloudy day, or at night, can be deadly.
It is like flying in the clouds, you can't trust your inner ear motion detector, it gets fooled.
Fly the gauges !!
Learning magnetic compass growing up in Wisconsin was easy; you were pretty much on the 0 declination line. Until you got to the iron ranges of Northern Michigan or Minnesota, that is, where all bets were off.
Another guy named Dan
And just when you think you have your compass figured out, someone hands you a Brunton and says "use this one" Oh boy. If you are a geologist or surveyor you will get it. I still have my first one...purchased for field camp in 1970.