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Not hunting, but while on a fishing trip in Canada my brother found a bamboo fly rod with reel still in a canvas case and a Marble's leather handled hunting knife with about a 5" blade with no sheath. All I can figure is that somebody portaging from one lake to another dropped them and never went back to pick them up.

While fishing on a hot day I found a Michelobe at the bottom of a pool.
With a screw top

While on the way to hunt I stopped along a very lonely stretch of highway to relieve myself. Looked down and found a sunglass case with an expensive set inside and a 5 dollar bill. I looked around and for the life of me couldn't figure out why anyone else would have stopped at that exact spot.

While on a quail hunt in the desert a friend and I walked away from the car for about a half hour. On the way back , in belt deep brush near the car , my friend yelled that he'd found a billfold. Seconds later, he yelled, "and it's mine". It had apparently been lost as we started the hunt, unknown to him.

My best was Idaho in the late 1970's. My buddy (Tim) and I would hunt jack rabbits during the peak of the infestation.
The next day Tim called and said he couldn't find his wallet. It had a photo of his late mother, Navy ID card, etc, and he was pretty torn up.
We had 12 hour shifts at INEL. Before we could go out into the prairie sage fields and retrace our hunting path near Pingree, the area suffered a wild fire. The fire scorched everything.
None the less, we went out and retraced our steps. I stopped the Jeep and said, "This is the spot we stopped last week."
I opened the door, looked down and there was the wallet. It was sitting on ash, slightly singed.
Luckiest day of my life.

All Best,

Joe

I found found a number of items in just the last few years. A CRT folding knife while hunting grouse on the Kiabab where a bison had been butchered. A cool white arrow head as well as a Metate and mano both found while out quail hunting. A vintage WWII era milk bottle from a local long gone dairy. Had a bust of a pilot painted on it.
Neatest thing I found was an old Winchester stock and a set of Leg irons. Found in the Chiricahua mountains in 1977. I worked for a Dr Finley Russell while going to college. I would drive to his place in Portal AZ on Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon. I would always Roam around after work on Saturday in the mountains looking for artifacts and such. One late afternoon I looked down to see what appeared to be a piece of wood although 2/3 buried looked like a stock. I dug it out. At the same time looking around I found a piece of chain digging it out and found the hand made leg irons. The stock I gave to Dr Russell I still have the irons. I looked around and did not find anything else except some purple glass.

Best find was my truck keys in the woods. I had lost them hunting woodcock and found them in a thicket of rivercane 200 yards from my truck. I was back at the truck by the time I realized they were gone. I was miles from the nearest house or blacktop in the middle of a large river swamp. It changed my approach to carrying truck keys while hunting.

Once my Wife & I were visiting her father in Southern IL. We had gone down to the Ohio River where he trot lined. On one of the runnings of a line, a hook came up with a Condum hanging on it. As he shook it off he commented: "I didn't know Catfish used these".

On one rabbit hunt, my Father & I were on, not far from home, we found a Whole Passel of old abandoned Moonshine Still sights. Pretty sure I knew the man who had Fired them, but by that time he was either disabled or deceased, forget for sure which. Even if I were a drinker, I would have been tee-totally afraid to touch a thing he had made. Not that I think he did anything intentionally to hurt anyone, he drank the stuff himself, but highly suspect he used old radiators etc for distilling. His shine no doubt was loaded with lead.

"Once my Wife & I were visiting her father in Southern IL. We had gone down to the Ohio River where he trot lined. On one of the runnings of a line, a hook came up with a Condum hanging on it. As he shook it off he commented: "I didn't know Catfish used these"."

We called them "Coney Island Whitefish" When I was a kid.

I caught a mussle on a spinner bait...talk about slow retrieve.