The first morning on a recent trip to MS with Rickey I pulled a double whammy. After a textbook hunt off the limb I attempted to run down the gobbler a few seconds before I was confident was dead after I shot him only to have him get behind some brush, get on his feet and run off with me giving chase. During the chase I took a nasty fall. Rickey said he felt the ground shake? I continued the chase until I thought I would pass out after getting the breath knocked out of me with the fall. After a few minutes to collect my breath and good sense I went back to gather up my gear and start the search. On the way back I discovered that I had lost the #4 cocobola flat mouthpiece from my Buice trumpet. That didn't help the sting of a poor shot. While looking for the turkey I managed to lose a dymondwood striker from Gary Anderson that was perfectly matched with the ceramic pot I had just received from him. I did not find mouthpiece, striker, or gobbler. I wish I could say losing things was uncommon for me but my wife would say differently. Anyone else have this affliction?
