Our buddy Rich who is a hard core do-it -yourself bowhunter coined this term that made me chuckle.  Do you ever seem to lose something while in the woods every time you go out?  I do.  My first turkey hunt I became so rattled that I dropped a roll of camo burlap that formed a semi-blind when I would set up.  I never found it again, and every turkey I’ve killed since has been without a blind.

The list is long.  I have two pairs of Youngstown gloves that are missing the right hand one.  The gloves are in the mountains of Western Wyoming.  Apparently having a cold right hand increases success on mule deer? a three point buck and a 5×4 were the result.

This last Wyoming Elk hunt (2008) I lost an arrow, broadhead and all that had nocked on my string.  Somewhere on that ridge we walked up three times that week.  Between gathering up the decoy and finding a spot to call I dropped it to the tune of probably $25-$30.  But the next day at 7:30 I DID have a dead elk.  i know my sacrifice worked.

In 2006, I left a Hoochie Momma elk call somewhere in the Central Oregon desert.  I connected on my first elk that year, but the next year I never drew my bow.  Come to think of it, I didn’t lose anything that year. 

Rich donated an Elknut Lil’ Chuckler bugle tube this past elk season to the Elk gods in Wyoming.   So did Greg, an Oregon Bowhunter.  Both of these guys are accomplished hunters in their own right, and came up empty, so evidently the Lil’ Chuckler doesn’t thrill the hunting gods.  Perhaps dropping a mouth reed with it would have done the trick? 

So if you are having trouble getting outfitted for your western hunting adventures, just follow Rich and I through the hills.  We seem to re-distribute the wealth pretty well…And I think that is what pleases the “hunting gods”.