If my wife saw this post (she won't), she'd be excited and back on her campaign for me to wear a "murse." She thinks a lose stuff.  (So?) 

Won't ever happen. No matter how well it's made!

puckster

Nice!

I'll continue to lose things (and find them).  Makes life exciting. 

puckster

After 35 years of art shows wearing a leather waist bag is second nature. I didn't fare so well before my "man purse" ( as my pals wife caustically refers to it) and was occasionally losing my wallet and constantly misplacing my keys.

Now its alumawallet for credit cards, stingray skin magnetic money clip, cell phone strapped to side strap and a secret back zipper for occasional large wads of sweaty cash. I can't imagine being without it.

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I had one of those vests, but ended up giving it to a buddy, becasue it had so much storage, I couldn't remember what pocket I put things in.

He wore it one year when he hosted a Maine River trip. Our outfitter took his van ahead for us at the pick-up point using my buddies spare keys and we were going to retrieve them when we returned canoes.

We get to take-out and my buddy tells everyone that he doesn't have the van keys which were in that vest?

I said "check again", maybe you "lost" the keys in all those pockets? He grins sheepishly and proceeds to tell us he had lost/left the vest somewhere on the river?

Long story short, he and I had to paddle upstream against a strong current, thru two portages before we found that vest where he had left it at a portage becasue he was too hot.

So much for trying to organize your gear, IF you can't remember to bring the item you use with you.

Hanging out in Orlando airport waiting connections and having a Sam Adams. Time for a "lost keys" story before I start reading another book.

Working at Mt Rainier and me and another guy leave the park in my Toyota and drive a gravel road to a steep little trail and hike up to the last of 3 small lakes, about 2 miles tops. We catch our bunch of little cutthroat trout and hike back to the truck in the evening only to discover the keys are gone. I figure they must be where we went through the little tackle box on that flat rock lakeside and Reece goes sprinting back to retrieve them.

I wait for what seems like a long time and then start to become concerned that he's not back. Then I remembered one switchback where the trail splits and you can keep going straight instead of doubling back and I get worried he went the wrong way. I take off at a run and reach the junction and shout his name, only silence. Now I am worried that he had a fall and is hurt. I continue to the upper lake and there is no sign of Reece and now my worst fears are confirmed. I look around where I think the keys should be but no keys. I sprint back and am freakin out because it is almost totally dark and I can hardly see the trail. With no spare and convinced my friend is hurt I start the long walk out. I trudged all night and got to someone's house that i knew just as dawn was approaching and collapsed on their front porch which had a huge couch complete with pillows. A few hours goes by and the owner of the house sees me crashed (we worked together) and I relate the story. We drive up to the trailhead and he is surprised by how far I walked and we get to my truck and Reece is sitting in the front seat...........the keys were in the tackle box the whole time!

When I asked Reece where he was he said he had become disorientated at the upper lake and then he thought he heard a bear and became quiet. The "bear" was of course me and he ended up spending a pretty cold night in the mountains in a t-shirt and I ended up walking an entire night convinced he was bruised and bleeding in pile of rocks trying to go and get help. What a bunch of dopey kids!