Dad used to routinely forget his ammo for his .300 Savage. We had about a dozen boxes of .300 Savage with one round fired out of them.
I've had two notables. I forgot my heavy coat one time. The worst was the year I forgot the bolt for my rifle. I was hunting with my son. No problem-I was sitting with him anyways. Big problem-his scope fogged. Never trust a Trashco. Drove back to the cabin to get the backup gun. Driving into the resort, jumped about a half dozen deer, one all most standing on our porch. Driving back to the happy hunting grounds, had a nice spiker running right down the middle of the road. Actually had to slow down so he could get out of the way. Saw several more deer during the 20 minute ride. Of course, never saw another deer that day.
Last edited by gophergunner; 12/09/16.
