My Dad always told this story of how he "found" his favorite hunting knife.
He was hunting in Colorado and as he was heading up the mountain, he met a hunter coming down the mountain with no gear. Apparently the hunter had killed a deer the day before (late), gutted it and hung it in a tree as he did not think he could get it out that night. He was unfamiliar with the area, so he stuck his knife in the tree so he would see it shining as he came up the draw the next day. Well, it snowed overnight and the guy could not even get close to finding the area as everything looked different. When the guy met my dad, he said his camp was packed up and ready to leave so he had to go. He described where he left the deer and since my dad hunted the area regularly, he said he was sure he knew where it was. He offered to mail the guy the knife, but the guy told him to keep the knife and the deer if he found it.
Well, my dad found the spot. The knife was still stuck in the tree, but a bear had pulled the deer down and ruined it. At least he got a good knife!
It was a Case folder. I still have it stashed in a box of my Dad's stuff from when he passed away a couple of years ago.