I just needed to make this report on the chance the guardian angel who returned my tackle box to me sees this.

Morning started when I met my buddy early around 730 on Mercer Island, we drove out near cle elum and hit up a couple of our favorite spots along the Yakima for some fly fishing. Weather was amazing, almost got a sunburn in October. We each caught one then moved back towards the launch off of golf course road. We were seeing fishing rising EVERYWHERE. Only were catching on the nymphs but we were getting pretty consistent bites. Caught a few more little guys here. I had walked maybe 50-100 yards away from where I had set my tackle box down and when we were getting ready to leave I walked back towards where I had left my box and my heart sank because it was gone. Searched up and down the shore and the parking lot but didn't see anything. It was a pretty small box but held probably close to 100 flies, extra line, hemostats etc. ALSO my wallet. Was super bummed out but realized it was my fault for walking away from it like that and ruining a really awesome day of fishing up to that point.

Low and behold a gentleman showed up at my home today and returned EVERYTHING to my wife who was home. If you're out there dude I just want to say thanks again and want you to know you have restored some of my faith in humanity. Drop me a line if this was you and maybe I can take you fishing some time, or buy you a beer.

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