I had a guy in my office yesterday talking about how his insurance covers firearms, and I told him a personal story that I thought would be funny to share with you:

Several years ago I was hunting one weekday afternoon by myself on our lease about an hour from my house. I hunted till dark, rode my 4wheeler back to the truck, laid my gun on the toolbox of the truck and began to take off my coveralls and load everything up. I drove up Hwy 431 from Roanoke to I-20 in Oxford, and just as I turned onto the exit it occured to me that I didn't remember getting my gun off the toolbox. I eased over on the shoulder and looked in the backseat, only to see my gun case open and empty. I got out and the gun was gone. Since it was dark I didn't drive back to look for it, but instead drove back right after daylight the next morning. I never found it. Practically new Browning A-bolt .270 with a 3-9x50 Nikon scope.

This is the same gun that earlier in the same year I had laid on the toolbox (and forgot) and drove a good distance up the dirt county road before I saw it in the mirror. That little trip scratched the scope, but didn't make a mark on the gun.

Moral of the story: Don't put your dang gun on toolboxes!!!

I have a 1940's Browning Auto 5 with a broken buttstock due to Big Mud Tire, and having to take a piss in the woods.

Troys Life Rules #5..Never place anything ON a vehicle that you cannot afford to lose. Learned the hard way in 1968 er so. Lost a Ruger Bearcat 22 between Suttle and Bham.

Ouch!!!

Suggestion: If you are going to lay anything on a vehicle, lay it on the hood in front of the steering wheel.

My wife hunted with me last weekend. She called me and said that she had left a bag at her spot and wanted me to go get it. When I went in there to get it I found her shotgun leaning up against a pine tree beside where she was sitting.

all that will do is let you see it slid off and break the stock....

Damn now that's bad to forget your gun.

All about priorities.

Leaving church a couple of weeks ago, I sat my cell phone, Bible, and coffee mug on the hood right in front of the windshield while I unlocked the car & loaded up the wife & kids. When I pulled up at the restaurant down the street, I realized I did not have my phone.

Fortunately for me, the rubber-like otter box kept it from sliding off of the hood for those couple of miles.

My previous cell phone, however, was not so lucky. I had taken a buddy of mine duck hunting for his first time. I was standing in waist deep water adjusting some decoys and he says, “hey, take my picture!” I reached into my waders to pull out my phone. It was then that I realized what that odd splashing noise had been a few minutes earlier.

I like to think that the phone is still recording crab movements in the bay.

So let's hear the REST of this story

lol..... not much to the story. Saturday she wanted to sit on a field all day and read a book while I run and gunned. She came out at dark. The next day I was hunting and she called me about 11 am and told me she had left a bag at her field that had a external battery for a phone and a sandwich bag with some candy and crackers in it. I went back to get it and found her shotgun leaning up against a pine tree.

Kinda off subject but I learned the hard way not to try to adjust a climbing stand while your 20ft up a pine tree!!! left most of my facial skin on the bark on the ride down...

That's why my toolbox has a rail around the top.

Ouch

I have a Taurus Judge that has 9 lives. Have tried every way imaginable to lose it at our lease.

It spent over a week on the side of a County Dirt Road, and no one saw it.

I just leave it at home now.

ONCE, I bought a Mossberg rifle.

When I was about 11 I had snuck out squirrel hunting with my dads single shot 22 that his grandfather have given him as a kid.
About a mile back into the woods I sat down against a tree and in just a couple of minutes the squirrels were a moving.. I shot one and watched where it fell. Waited a little while and another came back in range and shot it watching where it fell. Then did the same on a 3rd one.

I got up and went to collect my squirrels. Picked up that last squirrel, and turned around to go back to "my tree" where I had left the rifle laying at. The 15 minutes it took me to find that tree and find dads gun laying in the leaves seemed like a eternity.