So there I was, rain pissing down, totally soaked. I was on my second Geocache that day, failed to find the first. I had strapped my old Silva Ranger Compass into my right breast pocket. My friend, Mary had commented on that earlier, she didn't see why I was carring it when I had the GPS. I knew the best way to reach the cache was to follow the hiking trail, but I'd decided to take the truck up a road to the north then shoot a bearing in. Logged in the coords into the truck GPS, drove then parked. Punched in my waypoint, failed to mark the truck's position, sighted my compass and when into the woods. I was using a Legend, not equipped with high sensitive receiver, so with the tree cover and clouds you lost your signal. Hell, I must of picked the most difficult route to go in on. Hills, deadfall, brutal. After a while the terrain became too dangerous, I was going to have to turn back but I had no real idea where I was. Consulted the GPS, without the truck's location, and it wasn't looking good. I had changed the bearing on the compass as I attempted to get on target to the cache, but I knew what my start bearing had been. I've been navigating with a map and compass for over thirty years. That day I didn't have the map. With the GPS causing me concern, I turned to the one thing I have always trusted, the compass. Shot a back bearing and missed the truck by 25'. Now Mary knows why I still pack the old Ranger. I have since replaced the Legend, but now I make sure I always travel with a map and my old Silva Ranger compass.