Not me as the 'finder' but a story about a find anyway. About 25 years ago, I worked for a couple of men I really liked a lot at an archery shop. I had an Old Timer stockman that I carried and used everyday. One of the owners borrowed it one day, and made a comment about how good the edge I had on it was, and how he liked that knife a lot.
About 4 months later it was his birthday, and I bought him one just like it. He talked about it a lot, and used the blade around the shop all the time, and would frequently comment on the fact that I gave him the knife. Well long story short a few weeks later he asked to 'hold' (southern for borrow) my knife, and when he got done doing what he was doing, I asked him where his knife was.
He said that he had lost it on a recent hunting trip, and was sick about it. Well, fast forward about 4 months and we were at the shop after hunting seasons were closed. I was working on a bow for a fella, and I pulled my stockman out to cut open a peep sight from it's packaging. A regular at the shop said ' hey I've got a knife just like that, I found it! ' Well about this time the guy pulled it out of his pocket and the guy I had given the knife to came over to the counter and said ' hell Mike, where in the f did you find that knife? ' Well the fella paused just a second and said ' well I found it in your bunk down at hunting camp ' With that the man I had given the knife too, took two swift steps over to the counter, and bitch slapped Mike right across the top of his head and snatched the knife out of his hand and said ' give me my knife you sonofabitch! '
It was one of the funniest things I ever saw, two grown men, knowing instantly what had happened and the one guy freshly slapped sitting there with a sheepish look on his face, and the other guy smiling, glad to have 'found' his knife.