one small miracle

yesterday afternoon, received a call from someone who had a "friend" who had come upon my tackle box that disappeared from the back of pickup truck during the memorial day weekend.

they explained that their friend was interested in returning it and that I should contact them at the number they left on voicemail.

returned the call, but no direct contact as yet. seems like a small miracle might be in the making. ahh, all those steelhead and trout flies that were custom shorty tied as well as a plethora of lures and weird stuff may soon again return home, to say nothing of my fishing license and other odds and ends.

not an earth shaking miracle, but what the heck.

Hey, what's that? seems like when I listen carefully, I can hear the fish laughing.