Who has lost one or found one in the parking lot?

That1uncle1776 said:
Who has lost or found a shotgun while hunting? My first shot gun a jc penny .410 was found in the road ditch in front of my grandparents farm place. I've never found one but would probably sit there for awhile to see if anyone came looking for it.
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Funny story.....I have never shot a Stoeger 3500, so while hunting with a friend who has one, I borrow his for a morning. I apologize to anyone who has one of these guns but damn. it is big and clunky and for some reason could not get it to connect with a bird. So, whether it was subconscious or not we got back to the truck loaded up and drove away. Several hours later, we drove back by the spot and he said wow, look at that someone left their shotgun sitting next the road........it was his!!! I apparently left it leaning on the back bumper and drove away.

Honestly, we should have left it there!!
 
My brother and dad were quail hunting many years ago. I was driving my dad's truck. I laid my beloved 37 Ithaca on the roof, fished dad's keys from my pocket and unlocked the truck. Then loaded up the dogs and drove about 10 miles to another place. We had already unloaded the dogs. Dad and my brother were heading out while I was still looking for my gun. Then I realized what happened. I drove slowly back looking along the road for it. I was sick. thought sure she was gone. Drove past the pull in and backed in to turn around and there it was leaning against a grass bank like it had been gently put here.
Duck hunting. Snow and cold. River was high and fast. I was trudging along a levee and decide to rest. The sun was shining on the bank on the river side, so decided to rest there. Dug my heals in the snow so I wouldn't slide into the river and did the same with the butt of my 1100. While trying to get comfortable, I must have kicked the butt of my gun. All of a sudden, I hear this noise that sounded like a snake. I looked over and just saw the end of my barrel slide under water. I splashed my arm down in the water and happened to grab the end of the barrel. That was close. I threw a bunch of hay bales to buy it and if I'd have lost it, it would have been a long time till I bought another.
 
Years ago a friend I used to hunt quail with, was out by himself. He had a couple of bird dogs and when he got back to his truck, he laid his Citori 20 gauge on top of his dog box. You guessed it, a mile down the gravel road, he remembered he had inadvertently left it up there! He drove back to find it, lying on the side of the road.

He showed it to me shortly after, and the stock was really banged up, vent rib dented in as well as a few small dents in his barrel. He kept shooting it anyway! He's now retired, living in SC, no longer hunting.

We USED to have a lot of quail back then - now it's just memories....
 
In the 70s my buddy and I rolled out of the marsh. Only 2 cars in the parking lot, we talked with them and as they pulled out i saw a belgium A5 browning laying against the fence. I grabbed it and ran them down and they said oh thanks so much. We almost left our gun. Driving home we looked at each other and said that wasnt their gun. That was a true story, the game warden I knew called me and we told him the story. The guys who had the gun had a change of heart right after that and took it back to the refuge and turned it in. It got back to the rightful owner.
 
If you can't get the binos cleaned up to your satisfaction, I'm sure the Swarovski Company in RI can get them back to normal for you?

You might be pleasantly surprised.

Good find, BTW..!
 
One additional fairly frightening story for both my dog and myself. This October, I was hunting with my son in law, we were a mile or more from one another and I had limited out, so I was hustling back to the truck which was several miles from me. Along the way my dog went on point. I just kept on hustling to the truck. When I got to within 100 yards of the truck, I realized that my dog wasn't with me. After calling and whistling for several minutes I yelled at my son in law who was at the truck that I couldn't find her and was going to retrace my steps until I caught up with her. So, back up the hill I went, I was above a cliff over looking a highway and below me I could see that traffic was backed up in both directions and between the two lines of cars was my dog, scared shitless and barking at the vehicles. Off the cliff I went at a run, I had to get right up to her before she recognized me and came to me and away from the highway. I thank god that one of the lead vehicles was a really nice guy who turned his truck sideways in the highway and was out flagging down traffic so they would stop. That could have ended very badly.

I certainly learned a lesson that I will never forget. My assumption is that she stayed on point for quite some time and when the bird flushed, she panicked.
 
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