I was packing for a trip once and had stuff in two different places. Somehow I had placed my tackle box on my back bumper and didn't notice it until I was at my next stop. On the way back home I found what was left of the box and the three hundred dollars worth of tackle it contained about 200 yards from my house. It have been ran over several times and the tackle was nowhere to be found.
Since I was pulling out at 3:00am the next mrorning all I could do was borrow tackle from my brother-in-law. Caught fish though!
Birddog,
I pray that I may live to fish until my dying day. And when it comes to my last cast I then most humbly pray. When in the Lord's great landing net and peacefully asleep. That in His mercy I be judged, BIG ENOUGH TO KEEP.