Good evening folks...

Morse Code is a wonderful topic and perhaps Brett you could touch on it with your lessons in the future as I for one find them exceptionally interesting and informative. I am sure there are a number of members that are a bucket full of information on this topic.
I would like to expand a little on Dave's (Fly2e) post if I might.
We were plodding along on a VFR winter day in the Douglas DC3 in Northern Ontario when number one picked up a PAN...PAN...PAN.
There were no VORs, just NDBs and of course we monitored the emergency frequency 121.5 and we heard a voice transmission.
It was a Private Pilot enroute to the same location we were going to, we were on a scheduled run and he was on his first time away from a Southern Ontario Airport with two friends in a Cessna 172.
The weather was fine, VFR, however it was January and the lakes were all frozen over, the land and the water almost looked the same. No clouds, just a wondeful VFR flying day.
I believe he had about sixty hours total time (dual and solo) in his log book with no instrument time and was considered a good pilot and flying club member. He had rented the aircraft to build up time towards his Commercial License.
How did a fella like this get into a problem only fifty nantical miles from his destination in VFR weather in a perfectly good airplane with lots of fuel and what has this got to do with Fly2e's post? :-?
Variables and yes a licensed pilot.
(1) no ADF training experience
(2) map reading "navigational skills"...the water (lakes) look just like the land especially where there
are no trees, hamlets, villages, towns, roads, railroad tracks, hydro lines etc. in the winter time
(3) over confidence...he did not ask for advice about flying in the local area even though he stayed the
night at the local motel recommended by the airport
So having said all that did he have anything going for himself?
Sure did, he knew enough to pick up the microphone and ask for help.
NORAD and us picked him up, we were visual to him within minutes (not sure how many...but we (the crew and I) sweated it out together.
They were three happy fellas to see a DC3 pull one hundred feet alongside and say follow us.
I had a great number one, he worked them like a card shark getting fuel amounts and data.
Stress, not for the three fellas in the Cessna 172, to them they were saved, for us and all those concerned we still had to make sure they got on the ground safely and then the report afterwards.
Me, I had them sit through an hours debreifing with my crew, no brow beating, no threats but I know by his hand shake that young pilot had a better understanding of aviating when we parted.
Hope you all get the drift. :)
Cheers...Happy Landings...Doug