- David: [mumbling as he carries his dad] That's... That's the wrong creek. This is the wrong creek going the wrong way. Ours ran to the right. This one's going to the left. I know that much. I don't care. This will lead us to the Shepherd's hut right, dad? Or to a river?
- Cal: [whispering into his ear] All water leads to water. All rivers lead to men.
- David: Yeah. We'll follow the creek then. At least it knows where it's going...
- Cal: Sir moose comes once in the morning. And once again in the evening. Least that's what his tracks say. He may not come for hours. Or at all. You can't tell. If you could, it wouldn't be hunting it would be shopping.