I was up in Montana this summer visiting my friend "MTC". We were heading up in the mountains in two vehicles when we had to stop to cut and move a tree blocking the road. I got out to help and after clearing the road we drove on. After a while I reached under the seat to get my Strider fixed blade that I had taken off my belt when we started the trip. When I reached down I could not find it. I told "MTC", "Oh man my Strider is gone!" At the time when I got the knife it cost about $350 or so. However, more important than that, I had carried it overseas and it had a lot of sentimental meaning beyond what it was worth as a high quality knife.
I thought the only place we stopped was where we cut the tree up to move it. So I called the guys in the other vehicle and said we are turning around. We drove back and I was straining my eyes with my head out the window looking along the side of the road for a green knife and sheath...
We drove and drove and I thought we had to have passed it. We had pushed all the parts of the tree off the road so we could not easily find the exact spot.
Then when all hope appeared lost
... I saw it
right there in the middle of the gravel & dirt road! My strider!!!
I must have kicked it out when I got out the truck and not heard it hit the ground (I have a lot of hearing loss so
Well like my mama always said ; "Better to be born lucky than good looking or rich"