I got turned around once or twice. The one that immediately comes to mind is a squirrel hunt/scouting trip into unknown territory. There was about 4" of snow on the ground and I just wanted to explore. I hiked out from camp down a run into a river bottom (still just a little river, or run) and poked around. I took the general direction toward camp at around 3 PM, hunting squirrels. I ran into a mosh pit of them, and after shooting at them two or three times I settled down and put two of them on my belt. I then continued toward camp, no trail but in the general direction.
The mountains there are very old and wrinkled, and I could not find the tag end of the logging trail I was looking for. It started getting dark, and I was looking for a good place to get a fire going. I had a poncho, water bottle, two squirrels and a huge bar of chocolate. I would be OK.
At the last minute, I stumbled onto a spur of the trail, and followed it uphill until I saw the trail that was on the map. It was well after dark when I finally got to camp. I guess I was three hours out from camp when I gained solid bearings.
I was glad to have had just a small adventure, and slept well that night.
Killdeer