Thank you for keeping your fingers crossed. I walked around the lake in pouring rain, but didn't find anything but a Montana that I had dropped on one of the platforms... always something (that I had plenty of in another box). It was a silent ride back home. Well home, I started to accept the fact that is was lost while I began to tidy up the kitchen again. (I have caught Emelie walking around with fly-boxes before, so my searching wasn't limited to vest/chestpack/backpack.) I was just about to put the other boxes back into the chestpack when I suddenly saw this pocket that wasn't opened. The chestpack had been both double checked, triple checked and probably also quadruple checked... but the zipper to the pocket was way to hidden to find when being in the state I was before leaving. I opened it... and what do I find???
I had looked from corner to corner in the apartment (including every drawer and locker that Emelie is able to open), I had called all the members who were at the lake when we had the annual casting competition, I had been walking around a lake looking... but there it was... right where it was supposed to be. Did I feel like a clown or did I feel like a clown.................................. Jester hasn't stopped laughing yet... /Nick -----Ursprungligt meddelande----- Från: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] För Niclas Runarsson Skickat: den 11 juni 2007 20:16 Till: [email protected] Ämne: [VFB] Prayers needed... A fly-box is lost... containing somewhere between 150 and 200 nymphs (which would be all my nymphs size #12 and smaller). I've been out fishing two times this week, at the same lake. There is some hope as it is our club lake and we are the only ones allowed to fish there... and it's a very small lake... and I know where I've been. Mom is picking me up in an hour to go down and look for it. Not finding it means panic tying, since there is a fishing trip coming up soon... and this is probably the box I will need the most. /Nick
