As luck would have it...

[eddielasvegas]

Years ago when I was a younger, foolish man (also in better shape) I was doing a ski mountaineering ascent in the Chugach. It was a very long traverse across the flank of a mountain, crossing numerous steep chutes along the way. It was just me and my dog, who was still basically a puppy.

I was skinning up the mountain crossing these chutes, and on about the 10th one I got out into the middle of it, and the dog stayed back barking and whining at me—refusing to follow. I backed up a little to try to grab his collar and pull him, and he bit into my fancy ass North Face side zips and tried to drag me backwards out of the chute. Now I was pissed… I backed all the way out of the chute to give him a whoopin’, and WHOOSH! The entire thing let go and tumbled 2,000 feet down the mountain. It was about 8 feet thick, and every flake of it released all the way down to the tundra. It was a 40 degree slope and I would have been dead as fried chicken (or worse, horribly injured). There was no InReach or cell phones in those days…

We did summit the mountain and crossed several more chutes (I know, I know). About 7 or 8 chutes after this one, he again warned me off, and the chute slid just like the first one. By this point, I was watching him for clues, and had backed out of it with a little more margin.

That dog hated elevators, and in our first house (major termite damage) he refused to go into the master bathroom. He’d stand at the door barking and whining. When we finally demoed it to remodel, we realized that the vinyl flooring was all that was keeping the toilet from falling into the crawl space….

Good dog.

That is an amazing man's best friend story.

Zero doubt the dog knew there was danger lurking.

Good dog fo' shizzle.


Eddie

 

[EastHumboldt]

I got so many of these. I’ve apparently been a very lucky guy. I was fishing in a local river, and had my Australian Shepherd in tow. We were walking along the bank, Sagebrush and rocks between us and the river, and I took a hard left to get down to the river. I got down on the gravel bar and noticed she had not followed. There was a 2 foot wide path, she just sat at the top and looked at me. Repeatedly ordered her to come, and she just stared at me like she never heard the word. There was a 3 foot long rattler, lying across the path, just playing dead. I think I had stepped right over it, and I’m surprised it didn’t rattle at me. she was out of striking range, so I just took a stick and herded the rattler into the sagebrush. She was probably thinking what a dumb ass I was!

Another time that same Dog followed me into my Home office, and just sat there, giving me a little growl, repeatedly while I worked on the computer. Tthen I remembered I had left some hotdogs boiling on the stove. I think she was less concerned about fire hazard, and more concerned about me ruining the hotdogs. Of course I gave her a couple pieces of hotdog for her trouble.

 

[SonnyDay]

That is an amazing man's best friend story.

Zero doubt the dog knew there was danger lurking.

Good dog fo' shizzle.


Eddie

Yep.

That was my first dog... I didn't grow up with a dog, and wasn't really a dog person.

He was one of a litter of five... and the only one to survive.

They had been abandoned in the winter and it was COOOOLD. 35 below, and windy... which is rare. So pushing 75 below zero.

The five of them had been out in that for maybe two weeks. The first two died of exposure, and then the remaining three followed my buddy back to his house. They had a newborn and two dogs already.... but they let the runt inside and put out blankets, food, and water for the other two. The runt died within a day or two. It had just been too much. I came over to hang out and watched the brother literally die right in front of me. So then it was just "red dog" left. I could hardly afford to feed myself and really didn't need another responsibility... but kinda had no choice.

So I 100% saved his life. And he 100% saved mine.

I sure miss that dog.

 

[dtrkyman]

Shot a nice tom one morning, parked at a fence next to the road so I set my gun against a post and crossed.

Got a phone call after I crossed, three my bird and vest in the truck and drove off.

The next morning I was guiding a client and when I opened my back door to throw something in I noticed my empty case

I had no time to drive to that farm and look for my gun which I figured was gone anyway.

Text a friend and asked him to drive by when he had a chance, morning was slow so I spent some time on gunbroker shopping for a new Benelli!

Around 8:30 I get a text, it’s a pic of my gun still leaning against the post, still shocked nobody spotted it!


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[ozyclint]

I do that but also go further as to have a spare key on the outside of car permanently in case of loss of normal keys

 

[pjh360]

My brother stumbled coming off the mountain from his deer stand last fall and lost his glasses. Since it was pretty dark he decided to forego looking and just threw his had down so he would know where to look the next day. Went back in the daylight and looked everywhere but couldn't find them. Finally gave up, picked up his hat and as luck would have it...

 

[Zeke6951]

My solution to lost truck keys is I put a spare key under one of the screws of the liscense plate. Under the plate.

 

[grfox92]

My solution to lost truck keys is I put a spare key under one of the screws of the liscense plate. Under the plate.

But what if you lose your screwdriver?

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[406RoadToad]

Few years ago I went on an ice fishing trip where I planned on staying the night on the ice. Invited a few friends, some of which weren’t interested in spending the night but were happy to stay late into the evening.

Trip out was a pretty decent 4 wheeler ride then a short hike up and over a hill to our favorite fishing hole.

We get out there mid afternoon and fish well past dark. The winds howling and I offer my friends a ride back to their truck on my 4 wheeler before I tuck in for the night.

Our tracks in are completely drifted and blown away from the wind so we aren’t exactly following the same trail to the 4 wheeler. After about 100 yards of walking I see what looks like a fingernail clippings worth of black plastic in a snow drift on the ice. I take a half step over to kick it and when I do out pops my only truck key. Never even knew it was missing.