I haven't forgotten too much over the years. I did forget a spare pair of shoes on an Alaska fishing trip, which left me in my Rockies for two straight weeks. I figured I came about as close as a guy can come to trench foot on that deal.
Same trip in the Anchorage airport I had a bad plate of nachos with jalapeños and a flat MGD. I spent the whole plane ride home prone on the thankfully empty back row of the plane running to and from the can, trench foot and all.
Friday before opening day as a 16 year old kid I was down to my last .30-06 cartridge while sighting in. I stopped at a little country store at dark and somehow managed to sweet talk the proprietor into selling me a box of cartridges without having my baby face carded. I still have the box and half the cartridges as a memento of the experience.
I have never done anything as epic as bringing only .22-250 cartridges paired with a a .30 caliber rifle on an out of town elk hunt.
Last edited by K1500; 12/09/16.
