Last day of turkeyseason I forgot my tags. I was only down the street from my house and thought, good, I'll just turn around and get them from my jacket pocket...which I remembered was hanging in my office about a half hour in the wrong direction. Given I had a 1.5 hour drive to get there, I called it a season.

Once I went shotgun hunting with someone and we got to the WMA when he realized he forgot the key to his trigger lock. I let him borrow my truck to go home and had him pick me up in the afternoon.