Originally Posted by genejockey

About 15 years ago a friend invited me hunting in Montana. Last day of the trip, he took me up into the mountains ("So this is it - you're going to kill me?") to show me a frozen waterfall. Totally worth it, but I had to get out of the truck and push it out of the ditch at least twice, then there was a mother moose and calf to take a picture of (pre-camera phone days), and by the time we got back to town, the phone was gone. That was in November.

In May, I get a call from some guy in Bozeman who'd found a phone, and after drying it out in rice, charged it up and called "Home". I let him keep it, since I already had a newer, nicer phone, AND because he had called to ask where to ship it.