Classic picture, weekender; self explanatory.
I shot a deer close to last light one evening near some heavy brush. He jumped into the brush and ran 20-30 yards. My hunting buddy was helping me drag him out in the dark, leaned his rifle against a tree.
We were back at camp eating dinner after field dressing the buck when we realized he had not picked up his rifle. Fortunately it was only a couple of miles back to pick it up.
Worst think I can remember doing was dry patching the bore on my rifle and driving 55 miles to ranch to spend a couple of days calling. Just inside the gate went to load the rifle only to discover I had left the bolt on my bench. Fortunately I had a shotgun with me, but much prefer the rifle.
Regards,
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