HI Guys:
I have a couple of dumb gun stories also. But here is one that happened about 10 years ago. I was hunting deep in the Montana Mountains. The Outfitter I was with was less than desireable. The guide would either walk or ride by horseback with you and drop you off at a spot and pick you up at night. You weren't supposed to roam to far from the original spot he left you at.
Well I was at the top of this small hill, we call them mountains in PA. On the way walking in we had a close call with a big Grizzly, almost had to shoot the sucker. Anyway it started to snow, light at first, a nice six point Bull Elk appeared with his harem about 250 yards away. I had a new beautiful Remington SS in .300 RUM. I took the shot and nailed the Elk, he went about 50 yards and piled up. In the mean time the past few hours the snow intensified greatly. Now there is about 5 inches of fresh powder on the ground. By the time I make my way down the mountain, into the field where the Elk lays it is a full blown Blizzard. As I find my Elk, admire the Rack, nature calls. I gotta go and I gotta go bad. I lay my rifle on my elk and head for the nearest tree line. When I am finished, the storm intensified even more, as I walk into the field I CAN"T find my ELK and I can't find my RIFLE, it is almost a whiteout. Hmmmm let me see, I got an Elk down, a mature Grizzly in the vicinity, I can't find my rifle in the field, and by the way I left my .44Mag sidearm back at camp.
The guide showed up at dark with other hunters in tow. We spread out across the field and eventually found my Elk and Rifle. Let's face it all I had with me was my hunting knife, I would of been dinner for that Griz if he showed up.
Regards PAH