The most valuable thing I lost was a GPS unit. Not once but twice while elk hunting in Colorado. Almost to the day a year apart.
1st one riding up in the dark, my GPS I was wearing on my hip fell off. I knew where I had last looked at it. Which was about a 1/4 of a mile down on the well used trail. Despite riding the trail and searching for it, it was never found.
Next year I had shot an elk early one morning. The wrangler and I loaded the elk in Panniers loaded on a brute of a pack horse.
I had shot the elk deep in a canyon pretty far in.
While packing the meat out the cowboy said we could save a lot of time if we took a shortcut but that there was on steep area where you had to really push your horse. He stated several times that for no reason should I allow my horse to slow down or stop.
Unfortunately I was watching my GPS really close since we were not going out the way we had come in. I was holding the GPS we reached the area where we really had a steep climb.
So I put the GPS in my front shirt pocket without thinking.
About that time the cowboy spurred his horse with the pack horse in tow. I followed hanging on for a wild ride. It was a pretty steep climb for about 80 yards. Half way up the GPS come flying out of my pocket. I saw exactly, or so I thought where it had come out.
Once at the top. I went down on foot. Easily following the hoof prints. Once again despite my best search It was gone for ever.
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