Last year, we were bouncing around the county more than normal. We decided to try a spot 15 miles south for the "last spot of the day", before road hunting on our way home and the route home would be coming back this area.
To save miles and gas, we condensed down from 3 vehicles to just 2, leaving my pickup at the end of the last field, but near the road (unlocked of course).
I needed 2 hands to transfer my dog to another guys box, grabbed my ammo can, dog water, and vest and headed out. As we got close to this abandoned farmstead surrounded by milo, there were birds on the road, on the edge of the field, and watched several others flying into this spot. Based on current events, we decided our best plan of attack (an ambush). That is when I realized my gun was still in my pickup.
I ended up watching 5 guys step into the largest flush of birds I saw all season. It isn't my best memory....
I was also worried that someone had probably taken my shotgun in the ~45 minutes we were away. The only good news was that my gun was still there when I got back.