The Forgetful Hunter

Have you ever left something behind on your way out the door to go hunting?

I hope so, because if you haven't, my mind is slipping bad enough that I might not be able to find the local gun shop by next summer. This is the worst year I've ever had for forgetting stuff. At the start of the season, I forgot my lunch one day. Then I did it again last week. My wife sends me taunting text messages when she wakes up and finds it still sitting in the fridge. I tell her that if she would make my lunch for me, I'd never forget it, because it would be much tastier than what I slap together. So far she hasn't fallen for it.

Around the end of November I forgot my seat cushion at the base of a tree and didn't realize it until hours later when I went to sit down at another spot. No seat cushion in my pack. Aargh!

It's not that I don't try to remember what I'm supposed to take along. Maybe it's just that my list of essentials is too short. Before I back the truck out of the garage, I always run through them in my head: rifle, calls, ammo, licenses, cell phone, knife. That's it, everything else is extra.

I've been using one rifle most of the season, but a few hunts ago, I decided at the last minute to grab another gun. I tossed it in a gun case, grabbed the right ammo and went out the door. In my haste I forgot to put a sling on the gun, so I had to carry it by hand the entire day, what a pain.

However, my saddest episode came on my most recent hunt. I have a brand new set of winter camo to try out. It's Under Armour's Gunpowder jacket and pants in their Snow Reaper pattern. Impressed with how light and mobile these garments are I was looking forward to walking through the ever deepening snow in them. And sure enough, when I walked to my first stand location, I couldn't believe how light and mobile I felt. No binding, far less weight, able to move freely, an absolutely incredible difference.

When I reached the spot where I wanted to set up I followed my usual routine of shrugging off my pack to access my seat, bipod and other gear. What pack? In my hurry to go for a walk in this new camo, I'd left my pack in the truck. Unbelievable! No wonder I felt lighter. Well, they're supposed to be waterproof, I thought. So, I sat on a snowbank for half an hour to find out. Yep, they are. And the coyote I called didn't know I'd left most of gear in the truck.

That's not all, there's more stories of what I've forgotten. But I can't remember them right now.