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.

 

[NRA4LIFE]

Another one. Spring turkey hunting in MO around 1990 and I was about a mile or better from camp. A freakish-ass storm popped up and I took refuge under, not by the trunk, a larger cedar tree. A couple badass lighting strikes crashed nearby and I could feel them in my body. Scared the crap out of me. Made it out alive though.

 

[Chase4566]

I have a key story too.

I was stationed in Savannah, GA for a good while. Did a lot of fishing with my buddy there. He had a 17’ Carolina skiff and we spent a lot of time on the water. He had a Jeep back then, and when we fished local he would use that to get the boat to the ramp, but if we went on a further drive, we would take my truck.

We decide one weekend to head down south and fish the Brunswick/St Simons island area. About a 45 minute to hour drive. Early that morning I show up to his house, back up to the boat and hook it up. He had a tongue lock, and the key to that lock was on the boat keys. He is finishing up inside so I grab the keys from him, head out and hook the boat up. I unlock the lock, set the keys on my bumper, hook the boat up and reinstall the lock. We get all our gear in the truck and off we go.

Get to St Simon’s and it’s time to put the boat in. He looks at me and goes “lemme get the keys, I will back it off”.

What do you mean man, you have the keys.

“No, you have them. Remember you got them and hooked up the boat.” This is followed by about 5 minutes of rummaging through the cab thinking they had fallen between the seat or something.

That’s when it hit me. I unlocked that lock, put the trailer on and then turned around to grab rods. I never got the keys off my bumper.

I look at my buddy and go “we need to say a little prayer” and walked to the back of the truck. Lo and behold, there they are sitting on the bumper right in front of my license plate. Saved our day, and probably saved me from having to order him a new ignition with a new key.

 

[go_deep]

Have done this and both my kids have it under both kids vehicle.
Luckily they have not lost keys but once and we used the spare set in the safe.
My sons was 19 and is a musician,he drove two hours to play a gig and locked his keys in truck while it was running.
I told him crawl under and look,he didn’t know anything about it because he would have screwed with it.
He said it wasn’t there.
He drove 4 hrs round trip with a buddy to get spare key out of safe while leaving it running.
When he got home I crawled under and found it in 10 seconds.

You better hope your son and my daughter never meet, we'll both have to follow them around showing them everything that's right in front of their faces

 

[Weldor]

Kind of hard to hide these new fobs, My 2018 does not have a key just a fob. It would need to protected from the elements for sure and have spare batteries. LOL

 

[Weldor]

Oh yeah they need to make the fobs alittle bigger, that way they take up your whole pocket

 

[WoodlandCritter]

Kind of hard to hide these new fobs, My 2018 does not have a key just a fob. It would need to protected from the elements for sure and have spare batteries. LOL

If your fob runs out of batteries you can use it to press the ignition button. The car will supply its own power for inducing current in the RFID circuit of the fob and read it.

 

[highcountrymuley]

Spring turkey hunting in FL in a very rainy season. I had flown to FL from CO because it was a cold ass winter and I was tired of the snow. So I borrow my Mom's Prius to drive about 2 hours to hunt a WMA that I picked off a map. I wanted to kill a "true" Osceola not an Eastern or hybrid that reside in my old home area in northern FL. I parked car and walked around and lucked into a gobbler. I didn't know the lay of the land and he just got away from me, so I made a plan and would come back the next day. It continued raining all day and night and I drove the 2 hours back (no camping allowed in the WMA). The road I drove in on was flooded so I parked on a high spot and started to walk along the berm pushed up on side of road. I had shotgun slung around neck and shoulder, knee high rubber boots and my headlamp on red light. I saw eyes on the submerged road and somehow my mind only went to nutria or racoon. I was headed right up to them and I bent down to stare at a huge gator's head and feet pointed into the flowing water. About a foot away from that huge snout! Holy crap I ran on water back the way I came and trembled my way back to the car. I had driven 2 hrs so I didn't want to leave so I waited till it was light and tried to go back out for the turkey. I jumped out of my boots at every rustling bush and called it after about 30 min. Driving out saw several more gators on the roads - it was so flooded they were everywhere.
Same season before this encounter at another WMA I went to the edge of a cypress swamp for the first time. As sun comes up and not hearing any gobbling I look over and see to left of me within arms reach a huge cottonmouth blown in half with a shotgun shell next to it. FL is no joke.

 

[doc holiday13]

When going on any sort of hike, hunt, campout; I NEVER keep my keys on my persons. I always have them hidden on the vehicle. In case of my incapacitation, I don't want anyone in the group to have to freak out because the keys are lost.

Glad you lucked out on this

 

[grfox92]

When going on any sort of hike, hunt, campout; I NEVER keep my keys on my persons. I always have them hidden on the vehicle. In case of my incapacitation, I don't want anyone in the group to have to freak out because the keys are lost.

Glad you lucked out on this

This. We also make sure everyone drops a pin at the truck and everyone knows exactly where the keys are before we leave.

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[bowkill]

I was in a fishing tournament once with a crappy ole jon boat. We were coming across the lake to check-in and the waves were coming across pretty hard. We ended up getting sunk. The 16' boat ended up sitting on the motor in about 20' of water. I had a rope hooked up to the front for loading and unloading. When the boat sank, the troller got turned on and ended up winding most of the rope up. We ended up going back out the next day to try to look for some sign of the boat. After a while of just wandering in the general vicinity of where we thought we were, we ended up spotting about 6-8" of the rope floating on the surface and we were able to get ropes hooked up to it and pull it in to shore. Pretty lucky to happen to come across that little chunk of rope out in the middle of the lake!

 

[bowkill]

Another wallet story...I was elk hunting and had been roaming around all day. When I got back to camp, I noticed that my wallet was missing. I'm about 1200 miles from home and ID, money, the usual, is all in the wallet. I think all night about where it could have fallen out. I happen to remember one spot that we stopped to have a snack and I just kind of leaned/sat on a fallen log. The next day, I tried to backtrack the best I could and ended up back at that log and there was my wallet. Pretty lucky!