During late archery season a few years ago, I got up early, got my stuff together and drove an hour south to where I wanted to hunt. Pulled up to the gate to park in 4" of fresh snow thinking it was going to be a great day. Put on my pack, stocking cap and gloves and reached behind the seat to get my recurve. No bow. Looked in the front seat, no bow. Back of the truck, no bow. Sh#t! Drove an hour back home, walked into the house and found my bow right where I left it, on the kitchen table. Loaded it up and had a fun day hiking in the Coast Range in the snow. No critters were harmed in the making of this story.
