Losing Your Gun

I got home from goose hunting today to discover I had left my gun in the field. That was a … Continued

I got home from goose hunting today to discover I had left my gun in the field. That was a first for me, and it put me in the company of Nash Buckingham, who left his famous Super Fox Bo-Whoop on the fender of a car. Unlike Buckingham, I found mine when I went back looking for it and the field was only 10 minutes away from home.

I got home, realized the gun was missing, and called my son to say I had to go back for it and would be a little late picking him up at school.

“How can you forget your gun?” he asked. That’s a reasonable question.

In my case, it’s not much of a story, I was just a little scattered is all. I had a full armload of a blind, decoys, my bag, a spinner and the gun. I was in a hurry to get to the high school on time. I had just missed an easy chance at the only bird of the day and was still grumbling about it. I threw my stuff in the car – without the gun — and drove off.

It reminded me that years ago I asked my cousin the same question when met me at the marsh early one morning having remembered everything but his gun. We wound up taking turns with mine and had a pretty good hunt.

Leaving a gun behind is like missing a turkey: until you’ve done it, you can’t understand how it ever happens. But it does, and I bet it’s happened to quite a few of of you. My gun-leaving story is not hard to beat, so let’s hear yours.