One year while sheep hunting, We spotted a nice ram about two miles off. My buddy and I took off to try and catch up with the ram before the sun set. A 3rd friend stayed on the high vantage point with the spotting scope and talked to us thru walkie talkies to direct us to the ram. Long story short, The sun went down and we lost all daylight. We turned around tried to find our way back. It was probably one of the blackest nights I've ever experience. No moon, no stars. 100 miles from any city. So there was no reflected light. It was black. We were cross some very rugged and cliff strewn area. We called our buddy up on the cliff top and asked him to light a fire for a point of light to be reference for us to hike towards.
He replied over the walkie talkies that he would and wanted to know where the matches were. My buddy and I both had matches in our pockets and packs and were just dumbfounded to here, this ex-marine say he did have any matches with him. As we hiked we heard him shooting his gun trying to spark a fire. ( I want to buy some of those sparking bullets they use on TV). He never did get a fire lit. I made every body promise to never tell my wife or mother what I had done that night. Such foolishness to cross those cravasses and climb those cliffs in total darkness.
This is a picture of the area we hiked in the dark wishing we had a fire on the ridge to guide us back.
Ever seen the movie "127 Hours"?