When I was a kid, I had an old Stevens pump 12 ga that was pitted and rusted, and had pretty much turned brown. Used it duck hunting at the lake near my house. Jump shot a duck, and as was my usual method, set the gun down, took off my boots and pants, and waded in to get the duck. When I got back to shore, I could not find the gun. Looked like an idiot searching for it in my underwear. Finally got dressed, and started looking again. Found it when I stepped on it a couple minutes later. Boy, it sure blended in.
One time, deer hunting with a bunch of buddies up in Maine, a friend did not return from his stand for lunch. A couple of us walked over to make sure he was all right, and found him snoring, sitting under a tree. There were fresh deer tracks in the snow about 50 yards away. I snuck up and took his rifle that was leaning against the tree, and we left. He showed up back at the camper about an hour later, and he was pretty PO'd. Last laugh was on us, as he shot a real nice buck that year.
Larry