My bag with my release, rain gear, gloves, facemask and a few calls. Apprently while bouncing down a pot-hole filled gravel road the tailgate on the truck came open and my bag fell out along the way home.
My hunting buddy laughed and made fun of me for it until he lost his new climbing treestand the same way.
I was thinking of this very such topic the other night, the only problem is that I cant remember if the item I lost happened in real life or it was a dream I had when I was a kid.
My memory starts out as me when I was younger, 9 or 10 and I was hunting with my grandfather and uncles. My pap hands me a knife that was from his son, my uncle who passed away when I was 5. I remember getting home and realized I didnt have the knife anymore, I felt terrible for losing it. But like I said, now that I am older I cant decipher if that actually happened or if it was a dream I had when I was a kid.