I pretty well knew where these were. I took some clothes off as it was getting warm and remembered taking these off too. They were laying right where I left them.
But I have a topper. My uncle stuck an old, Case pocket knife in a cypress tree when he finished tying up our duck boat. He forgot, went off and left it. Gave it no thought and could not remember doing it. Four years later, during a dry year, he walked up on the tree while scouting for squirrels and there the knife was. He did not realize it was his until he got home and started looking at it.
I have found things in the mountains I would like to know the story behind.