My dad used to go to Colorado deer hunting every year. One trip, he hiked almost a half mile from camp before he realized he left his ammo in the Jeep. He saw the biggest buck of his life walk right by. He went back to camp, got the ammo and went back, but never saw that deer again. When he got back to Texas, one of the first things he did was to take off the butt plate, drill a couple of holes on the butt stock, and slip in a couple of cartridges, just in case it ever happened again.
Alcohol,Tobacco, and Firearms. Should not be a government bureau. Should be a department store.