This is a nice thread. Happy stories and sad stories alike.
I lose things often when I go fishing: fly boxes, especially. Once, on the Green River in Wisconsin, in an area I call the Bermuda Triangle, I lost my glasses. I actually lost them while they were attached to my head, which is a hard thing to do. I managed to get home when another fisherman loaned me a pair of his prescription sunglasses, which enabled me to drive for three hours, as long as I kept one eye closed.
Once, when I was on the Ausable River in NY, on a wet and drizzly afternoon, I pulled up the sleeve of my raincoat to check the time, and my watch鈥攁 modest Victorinox that my wife Amy had given to me as a present when we first started dating in 1997--was not where it should have been on my wrist. I know it was there in the morning, as I always went out on the river with it. Then I remembered earlier in the day, I got caught in a strong current that pinched me from behind and caused me to spin around fast to keep my balance. Could it have come off then, I wondered? So I drove back to where I had been fishing, walked and waded a half mile to the spot, and 2 feet down among the Ausable's bowling ball rocks was a shiny object--the watch, which was still, to my surprise, still ticking.