I don't keep spent casings or bullets, but on my very first day ever hunting deer I shot my arrow at a deer 17 yds away within 15 minutes of being there. There was a small tree with a 3" dia, trunk right in front of the deer, she was standing broadside, and I managed to hit the tree smack in the centre, two inches either way and I would have had it! Between the buck fever, and being a newby at the time I learned a lot from that day. I cut the small tree down with my broadhead deeply embedded and mounted a 16" section of the trunk on a nice oak base that I had made.
I will keep rifle casings, slug shells, or shotgun shells from harvested turkeys. They all get a slip with date/time/measurements.
By far though, my most important one of them all is from my first shot ever taken during shotgun deer.
It is a reminder of a whole lot of what not to do.
Last morning of the controlled week. My now wife’s family had been in town visiting and my parents were coming for dinner. It was supposed to be a short morning of hunting, 10am and I am done and home by noon.
Shortly after 9, I hear noise coming up behind me. I look back over my shoulder and two does are cruising along towards me. I hunker down behind my “up n down”, as I know exactly where they plan on crossing the river.
I let the first one cross, and she stops to shake off and wait for the other to get out of the river. Perfect broadside shot, max 15 yards away. I let it fly, and she hits the ground.
I wait for what feels like an eternity and she isn’t moving. I go to get up out of my turkey chair, and she jumps up. At the same time, my chair sinks into the mud and I fall back into it. Both leap back into the river and take off into the thick crap.
First mistake... I wasn’t familiar with my shotgun at such short range, had “the fever”, and I aimed high.
Second mistake... it felt like an eternity, but it wasn’t even close to long enough.
Third mistake... I didn’t chamber another round before doing anything else.
Fourth mistake... I had said earlier in the week that I needed something for the chair legs in the soft mud, as they were sinking.
I then spent the next six hours combing the woods with buddies, looking for a body. Zero blood trail, and her tracks disappeared once she got up to the hard leaf layered high ground.
It was a whole lot of fail, all rolled into one.