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<blockquote data-quote="Poker" data-source="post: 5711599" data-attributes="member: 588"><p>These are some great stories. Thanks for posting them. I moved to Florida from Tennessee back in 2002 and had to learn the differences in terrain pretty quick. Unfortunately, I didn't learn soon enough. I got drawn for a quota hunt on Woodruff Wildlife Refuge. I had a doe come out just before dark on the backside of a large oak I was in. I made a marginal shot, but got a decent blood trail that I was able to follow for about a half mile. The doe finally disappeared into a swamp and I lost the trail. At that point I took a compass reading and started back to the road following the most expedient direction from where I was. What I didn't know was there was a large swamp between me and my destination. </p><p></p><p>As I entered the swamp, at first the water was only a foot deep. As I made headway, it got deeper until it was chest deep. My boots were full of water and logs crossed my path waste high and higher quickly zapping my strength to make it through the swamp. Every now and then I found a high patch of ground next to a tree that I could pull myself up on and rest. I was so tired I considered just leaving the bow and dropping my gear just to make it out.</p><p></p><p>As I slowly made my way though carrying my bow and holding the light while throwing my leg over a log, I dropped the flashlight. I encountered total darkness. I tried finding the light in the muck holding my breath and diving for it but no luck. I stood there scratching my head and wondering if I should just curl up by a tree and spend the night and finally remembered I had a pen light in my pocket. I pulled it out and was totally surprised that it still worked. </p><p></p><p>I made it out after several hours but not before losing all my arrows along with the flashlight. I always carry a backup light and a GPS now.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Poker, post: 5711599, member: 588"] These are some great stories. Thanks for posting them. I moved to Florida from Tennessee back in 2002 and had to learn the differences in terrain pretty quick. Unfortunately, I didn't learn soon enough. I got drawn for a quota hunt on Woodruff Wildlife Refuge. I had a doe come out just before dark on the backside of a large oak I was in. I made a marginal shot, but got a decent blood trail that I was able to follow for about a half mile. The doe finally disappeared into a swamp and I lost the trail. At that point I took a compass reading and started back to the road following the most expedient direction from where I was. What I didn't know was there was a large swamp between me and my destination. As I entered the swamp, at first the water was only a foot deep. As I made headway, it got deeper until it was chest deep. My boots were full of water and logs crossed my path waste high and higher quickly zapping my strength to make it through the swamp. Every now and then I found a high patch of ground next to a tree that I could pull myself up on and rest. I was so tired I considered just leaving the bow and dropping my gear just to make it out. As I slowly made my way though carrying my bow and holding the light while throwing my leg over a log, I dropped the flashlight. I encountered total darkness. I tried finding the light in the muck holding my breath and diving for it but no luck. I stood there scratching my head and wondering if I should just curl up by a tree and spend the night and finally remembered I had a pen light in my pocket. I pulled it out and was totally surprised that it still worked. I made it out after several hours but not before losing all my arrows along with the flashlight. I always carry a backup light and a GPS now. [/QUOTE]
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