I was in high school and borrowed my brother's Jeep Grand Cherokee and went duck hunting. We got a couple more mallards than we should have, so I stuck one in the rear side compartment where the jack and tools were. I forgot all about the duck--my brother could not figure out what was reaking--so he took it to be cleaned and the detailer found the duck. He was less than happy with me.
He got me back though--he borrowed my hunting jacket to go dove hunting and left a couple of doves in the rear bag (September). The coat ended up at my mom's house in the coat closet. Poor woman couldn't figure out what the strange order was around the closet and washer and dryer. Had a guy from Sears come out to check the washer and dryer. It wasn't until I used the coat to go pheasant hunting in November that I maid the fun discovery after putting my hand in the bag pouch.
He said he completey forgot about the birds--I still wonder...
