Thread: hunting incompetence

Last year, was going to the Coromandel to stay with my niece and have a go at some goats. Swabbed out the rifleand put it in the car. Put the bolt and mag in a container and carefully placed it on the bench right by the garage door so I couldn't forget it. Jacque's going "are you ready yet? Come on, are you ready yet?" Get to the niece's place and have a coffee, then go out to get the bolt and mag from under the seat - not there, so no goats. Of course it was all Jacque's fault for hurrying me , but I still felt like a fuckwit. All weekend, and still.