What a fiasco! It was my second hunting trip and my first time to bring the boys along. I guess the combination of getting up early and helping the boys to make sure they had everything they might need caused me to overlook an important item. We drove 50 miles out of town (20 miles of dirt roads) and got ready to head out into the hills to hunt when I unzipped the rifle bags and found the safety locks still on the triggers. And where were the keys? At home, of course! I think I got jinxed by someone calling it a Murphy day!