I loaded my gun at the truck and went to my blind. Shot a buck and jumped it up when I went to look for blood. Emptied the rest through the brush at it. Walked to where it crossed the fence and it was bedded down 35 yards away. I felt my pocket and no ammo box. called my dad and had him grab it and drop it off to me in his truck. Buck didn’t move. Loaded gun as dad drove off and finished the job. I now pocket the box and load the gun and make sure the box isn’t laying on my seat.
I never leave the truck without putting on my gloves, and I would never leave at that point without putting my release on over my glove. However, I did leave my bugle tube in the truck one time and finally realized it 1/4 mile away. Of course I went back for it. I'd rather leave my bow in the truck than my bugle tube.
Carefully crept into my stand one time and didn't bump a single deer on the way in, didn't break a sweat, wind was right, everything was perfect....until I went to nock an arrow and realized my quiver was back at the truck. Being much younger then I sprinted to the truck, grabbed my quiver, and sprinted back. Couldn't tell you if I bumped any deer, but I definitely broke a sweat. 15 minutes later I killed one of my best bucks.
Not hunting related but i once got up extra early and loaded my drift boat with all the stuff i needed and had selectively gathered the night before in the entry of the garage door. (Apparently if you load stuff in your boat the night before tweekers come by and steal your stuff. Ask me how i know) Drove 2 hours paid the 15$ shuttle fee and dropped my spare key in the box drove to the River before light waited in line and unloaded the truck into the boat unloaded the boat in the River and at that point realized i forgot my oars. At home hanging safely out of the way on the garage ceiling. So the guys in line behind me had to wait again while i reloaded the boat onto the trailer Dumb. At any point in looking in the boat, loading the boat, checking to make sure things were riding good at the gas station etc. i should have realized 8 1/2’ oars weren’t taking up the whole middle of the boat.
We had a long 50 mile atv trip in for caribou. When we went to unload the atv’s, dad didn’t have his key. Mom met us halfway back with the key. Told him I was putting him in an elderly home. He was only 57 but times up lol!