So back when I was 10 the family was cruising through the Kalahari in a 1972 Range Rover on our way to Maun. We had left lakes Mopipi and Xau, skirted Rakops to the west and were heading cross country with the goal of intersecting the Boteti river and following that into Maun. We knew the Boteti was north, and so we started going north on a compass bearing from our small hiking compass. As the day drew on, with no river to be seen, my mom started to question the cross-country decision. My dad was adamant that the river was north and we would get to it soon. We looked at the compass only to see the needle slowly drifting around in a full circle like the second hand on a clock! We stopped, but the compass continued to do that. Seems that the gears in the LT77 and probably most other gearboxes can magnetize enough to really mess up a compass that is set above the gearbox. Taking the compass off the gearbox shroud did stop its slow circuit, but left us wondering if it really pointed north anymore.
We carried on, as that was all that could be done, and in another couple of hours, just before sunset, we reached the river. Tremendously relieved, we rushed to the river, and set up camp. The crocodile proof garbage bags and leopard will have to wait for another story!
Anyway, be careful where you mount or set a regular compass in a vehicle. Can be all kinds of fun even if it seems okay to start.
What that has to do with storing a compass, I'm not sure, but the story seemed apropos.
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