Last winter, I was out walking the dog in the local park, which is a mix of grassy areas and woods. We saw some deer and gave chase in a full run, downhill across a grassy field with about an inch of fresh wet snow on it. (Yep, nearly fell on my face. The dog was on the run-out leash — I'm not totally nuts.)
But sure enough, on the way home, I could feel the jacket pocket was light — the two-dot 110 was no longer aboard and had jumped ship during that crazy downhill run.
I went home, came back solo with a good LED flashlight, walked our path backwards across the field (easy with the fresh snow) and finally, finally located the knife, which had slid downhill under the snow a short ways. Huge relief, and a promise to self....