I don't want to get into the whole, long embarrassing story. I’ll just say that the very second I closed the locked door on our grandson Aaron’s truck on opening day this year, I started wishing I was carrying a spare set of keys.
Yep! About 2:00 in the afternoon that day, I locked Aaron’s keys, as well as his rifle, in his truck. We tried for a while to get into it, but finally ended up just driving back to town in
my truck (about 45 minutes each way) to fetch Aaron’s spare keys.
At any rate, as far as what we carry while hunting goes, my wife always carries spare truck keys even though I usually do all of the driving. On opening day of deer season this year, our grandson, Aaron was hunting with us, but driving his own truck. It would have been nice if either my wife or I would have been carrying a spare set of keys to it. Even one of those magnetic “Hide-A-Key” boxes somewhere on Aaron's truck might have saved us some grief.