There you are my Precious!...I've found you at last!
A buddy and I hunted deer Sunday, the last day of muzzleloader season.
After dark, on the 1/2 mile walk over ridges and through little valleys, I had to stop. I'd had warning farts for the last hour, and I wasn't going to make it back to the truck, much less back home before taking care of the problem.
Well, I'm digging through my pack and no, the little organizer bag with the T.P. isn't there.
a little hand towel was though, so I took my knife and cut an end off for cleanup.
What happened next was predictable, I set my favorite folding knife on top of my coat, and discovered later that I didn't pick it up when I grabbed my coat.
That night it was foggy and rainy and things look different by the light of day, but I wasn't going to give up that easily, so off I went.
2+ hours later, I find it.
Benchmade Osborne 943
My Precious! I was starting lose hope of finding it, but there it was!