My brothers, who are also my pheasant hunting partners, always razz me about my preparedness ... and that was before I found ETS!
Of course, these are the same 2 guys who every now and then forget their dog leashes, dog whistles or need an aspirin. Naturally, they aren't shy about accepting spares from baby brother's pheasant hunting bag.
Two of the best moments came from a trip in which
(a) Eldest brother stepped in the dog doo as we approached the truck -- his truck, at that. He was amazed when, at the truck, I handed him a large "butter" knife from my bag that I'd stashed there expressly for boot-cleaning purposes.
(b) A moment later, same brother said he'd forgotten a towel for his dog and i handed him the towel from by bag. He remarked, "This looks like one from an old set that Lori and I used to have." I responded, "It should, it came from your garage."
After the laughs, I reminded him that he'd invited me to take a couple old towels for truck & hunting carry.
We have a lot of laughs while hunting together. And, yes, we often do have pheasant for dinner.
Cheers.