What’s the most valuable thing you’ve lost?

[cuerro viejo]

I think my 11x45 fell out at the trail head, when I was lighting my pack up.

That hurt,

 

[rickyw]

Rifle, packraft and rangefinder. Found the pack three miles downstream. Almost could have lost myself.

 

[oldskool67]

Health and time

 

[GusBuss]

Smith and Wesson 629-1 stainless.
i was carrying it in a cheap nylon shoulder holster with a strap for retention. rifle elk hunting it was cold and rainy. i had put rain pants and jacket on over all my layers at camp took a side x side out to where we were hunting. A fresh clear cut with a lot of slash and a lot of the seed trees had blowen over so there was a lot of climbing over and going under trees.
didn't realize it had slipped out until i got back to camp in the dark and took off the jacket. i didn't feel the weight and realized it was gone. looked for days afterwards, tried detectors everything. found a lot of stuff but never found the pistol, reported it, still get sick when i think about it.

 

[Islandeer]

Stuff which I replace.
Time that can’t be found.

So I get more stuff and take my time.

 

[Bulldawg]

Not me but one day in Montana got back to our tent couple hours after dark because it was a big day searching for some elk just to find my partners tent shredded by a grizz, down feathers everywhere, every tent pole broken, tent shredded, sleeping pad punctured, flip flops chewed up. Obviously we had to pack up and get the heck out of dodge, we were spooked. So we had about 3 miles to the truck, and it was already 10 PM. in the dark we didn't pick the best route and had some thick brush to push through and in there somewhere his quiver fell off his bow.

Now we are only halfway through the hunt and now he has no way to carry any arrows in the woods, so he asked me to carry a single arrow for him in my quiver so I did. But that ordeal really changed up our hunt.

 

[khunter]

lost a grumman canoe. Was young and dumb and floating LLano river in Texas in what was obviously floodwater from rain night before. Went around a bend and two big oak trees had fallen in for both side of channel leaving just. a few feet of open water.

Almost made it by as a buddy had just in front of me. Front clipped a tree and swung canoe sideways and sank it open side facing current at 45 or more degree downward angle with just the tip above water level. Lucky I and my date did not drown as we were sitting ON our life preservers. Tossed her over the trees and jumped after her to avoid getting stuck in the branches. Was able to hike above it and float back through and tie a rope to the tow line connector. Of course it was long gone and had floated to who knows where when water receded.

Worst of all it was a borrowed canoe I had to pay for while making barely above minimum wage.

 

[khunter]

Rifle, packraft and rangefinder. Found the pack three miles downstream. Almost could have lost myself.

I almost did same. Damn lucky I could pull all that through the strainer it was stuck in after almost getting ‘strained’ permanently myself.

Geez, that is two watery near misses I have just recalled here.

 

[khunter]

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.

My friends laugh but I have may name and phone on my swaro stuff just in case I lose one and an honest person finds it.