Haha! The first one was on a late elk hunt. I was trying to make it back for Sunday dinner and had my pack tied to the back of my Rzr. From where I last glassed to where my truck was was 24 miles of double track. When I got to the truck, the bag had come loose and the tripod had rattled out as well as the spotter. Somehow the bag and tripod were still in the bed, but the spotter was long gone. I spent the next 8 hours going back and forth on that road. Somewhere in the sage brush and rocks a Swaro 65 sits. Every time I drive that road I keep an eye out, but I don’t think it will ever be found.
The second one I was glassing from one of the most popular parking lots on the Wasatch front to watch wintering animals. I had my two year old boy with me and was riding his strider bike. At some point I was using my 15s on the tripod while my spotter was sitting next to me. My little boy started whining and getting cold so in a rush I grabbed my tripod, bag, son, and his bike and jumped in the truck to head home. I didn’t realize my spotter was still sitting there until a couple days later. Long story short, someone picked that up and it wasn’t there when I went back.