Most expensive item lost while hunting
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Has anyone lost their Job due to hunting too much?
I got lost once (for 10 minutes)
I also lost a real nice pair of binos but thought about them all night and found them again the next am.
Honestly can't think of anything that I actually lost.
I got lost once (for 10 minutes)
I also lost a real nice pair of binos but thought about them all night and found them again the next am.
Honestly can't think of anything that I actually lost.
troutseeker
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- Prince George, BC
A buck folder, I guess that was not such a big loss after all...
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On last falls moose trip we had a quad break down and had to leave some supplies on it until we got back a few days later--some @ss stole a box containing a 40 of rum a 40 of baileys and some snacks--does that count as a "lost".
44Bore
44Bore
Lost a five gallon jerry can of gas off my ski-doo a while back. My fault, as I forgot to tie it down. I went back to look for it but I figure it buried itself in the deep snow as soon as it hit the ground. I had covered about 20 km so I really had no idea where it came off. Not a real expensive item but enough to make you quote some scripture when you discover it. It could have been worse; I could have discovered the missing gas after I had discovered an empty tank!!!!!
- Location
- Hillbilly shack in the boonies
Lost the hotel I staying in at the end of a fun night in a town a bunch of us partied in one year while on a hunt. We all split up during the night, and I had no idea where we were staying. I took a cab at 2 am and told the cab driver to drive around to see if I would remember where it was
, lucky we pulled into a gas station , one of the fellas I was with was coming out right at that time, and we made it back ok. Young and care free I guess
Frank
, lucky we pulled into a gas station , one of the fellas I was with was coming out right at that time, and we made it back ok. Young and care free I guess Frank
Told this story on another forum and had quite a few of their members calling me on it. Not a FOAF (friend-of-a-friend) tale, this happened to someone in my group.
My buddy purchased a used Sauer rifle with QD claw mounts, he goes out and buys a brand-new Leupold Vari X-III 3.5X10 and gets it all sighted in. During the moose hunt in Northern Ontario, he manages to drop the scope and ring combination in the middle of a swath of tag alders and bushes, interspersed with potholes. All six of us in the group searched for 4 hours for it, to no avail...
Fast-forward one year later, buddy just can't give up! Armed with a $60 metal detector, it took him 10 minutes to find the scope in a pothole, only about 3 inches deep! After spending a full year in the pothole, the scope had suffered no damage whatsoever. The rings lost all their blueing and are now in the white. After a test-run at the range, the scope was promptly placed on the original rifle and used this year to harvest another moose.
Buddy wrote a letter to Leupold expaining everything that had happened and thanking them for a great product. The company sent him back a standard e-mail advertising their newest products...
My buddy purchased a used Sauer rifle with QD claw mounts, he goes out and buys a brand-new Leupold Vari X-III 3.5X10 and gets it all sighted in. During the moose hunt in Northern Ontario, he manages to drop the scope and ring combination in the middle of a swath of tag alders and bushes, interspersed with potholes. All six of us in the group searched for 4 hours for it, to no avail...
Fast-forward one year later, buddy just can't give up! Armed with a $60 metal detector, it took him 10 minutes to find the scope in a pothole, only about 3 inches deep! After spending a full year in the pothole, the scope had suffered no damage whatsoever. The rings lost all their blueing and are now in the white. After a test-run at the range, the scope was promptly placed on the original rifle and used this year to harvest another moose.
Buddy wrote a letter to Leupold expaining everything that had happened and thanking them for a great product. The company sent him back a standard e-mail advertising their newest products...
maple_leaf_eh
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
A fellow brought my father a hunting rifle (Mod 700 I think) that he'd found leaning against a tree in the woods. They speculated someone had shot a deer, then leaned the rifle up out of the snow while he cleaned it, then dragged the deer out without remembering the rifle.
And just to reinforce that speculation, a fellow I know found a Pattern 1914 cutdown surplus rifle lying on a railroad embankment. He thought the same thing, or that the owner had dropped it at the first hint of a game warden.
Other than losing an antelope I shot through-and-through with a .300 Win Mag, I haven't lost anything of value. I have a small rock with his blood on it. And that is why I don't like Barnes X bullets anymore.
And just to reinforce that speculation, a fellow I know found a Pattern 1914 cutdown surplus rifle lying on a railroad embankment. He thought the same thing, or that the owner had dropped it at the first hint of a game warden.
Other than losing an antelope I shot through-and-through with a .300 Win Mag, I haven't lost anything of value. I have a small rock with his blood on it. And that is why I don't like Barnes X bullets anymore.
Last fall was my worst for losing things. I lost a Frontier folding knife that was a gift from a friend, now deceased, that was worth about $125 and a day later I lost a Normark fillet knife that I use for ringing the deers ass, that was worth about $35.
I've never lost a much while in the field. The only things that comes to mind is a couple of pairs of gloves over the years. When you reach in the bottom of a bottle in the hunting camp it may seem like you've lost some of it, where did it all go . But the next day when you're head is pounding and your guts are churning you no right well that you didn't loose any of it, you just made a pig of yourself. LOL Hey, that's what camp is for.
. But the next day when you're head is pounding and your guts are churning you no right well that you didn't loose any of it, you just made a pig of yourself. LOL Hey, that's what camp is for. I lost my truck keys once, they must have fell out of my pocket when I sat down for lunch. I walked 14 KM from my truck to the road, I got a ride to town pretty quick, called for a ride and my spare set of keys. My Grandpa came out and the next day we went back together and bagged 3 partridge each. Best memory of my grandpa.
