Ever gotten in trouble while outdoors alone?

Oh, lost keys and lost phone 2x
Found the phone both times, friend found his keys and had to drive to another friends house to pick up keys and another friends wife had to drive 1.5 hours to meet us to drop off keys…keys got locked in the vehicle the second and third time.
 
Windshooter said:
I know the Mississippi River bottoms well. I live 3 miles from the river. I broke through a frozen slough one time in 8 degree weather while deer hunting. My prized Winchester 71 .348 was underwater in the hand that I needed to get upright. I got to shore and wrung out my clothes best I could and headed back. Ugh
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Never mind about you! Was the 71 ok?
 
Locked keys in trunk while duck hunting. That was no fun. Luckily found a piece of wire out near the road, was able, after about 8000 attempts to unlock a door, but this was back when cars did not have remote trunk release and well before cell phones.

Then had to basically take the back seat out of the car to access the trunk and found keys. All told i would guess took me roughly 4 hours. Car was a 1974 Ford Maverick.

Also buried a van in mud way back in a field. Had to dig with my hands and I stuffed branches, bark, floor mats to get free. That was even worse I think because I had skipped out of work, didn't tell wife and she expected me home at about 5:30pm. Got home near 9:30. Again, pre-cell phone.
 
I've had to many close calls to mention. I did a lot of stupid crap in my younger days. My wife doesn't think I'm all that smart now! Some that come to mind are, could have easily drowned twice, hopelessly lost in the Minnesota wilderness, blew an A.C.L. in the middle of the National forest.
 
Forgot the best one. Was duck hunting and waded out to get a downed bird in my lake. Got about 40 yards and the muck was so deep could not get me feet out. I struggled to get loose for over an hour and figured I was going to die out there. Every attempt to get feet loose led to a deeper, more stuck predicament.

Finally filled my waders with cold water. That provided enough lubrication to get my feet out of the waders and I swan, crawled back to shore. (after getting duck). Nearly froze to death and those waders are still somewhere out there.
 
While beaver trapping I heard dogs barking in the distance. Insistently, like they had something cornered. Curiousity got me and I just followed the barks to a small frozen pond with 3 dogs broke thru the ice dead center of the pond. Long story short I got them all out with a ladder laid flat to disperse my weight and a piece of rope with a lasso on the end. Figured worst case scenario I break thru I could use the ladder to get up on the ice. My truck was right there. I briefly considered shooting them until I found the ladder at the nearest house. My Dad once ran a broad head arrow in his ass cheek…nother story for another time.
 
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