Howdy Gang,
Back in '86 I was fishing the Gibbon in YNP.
I was changing flies and lost my ballance.
Dropping my fly box of Yellowstone type flies. At that time I only had one box of flies of the Yellowstone area. Come to think of it I only had one box of flies with me.
There it went faster than I could run.
I tried to follow it but the bank was too rough to traverse. Oh well back to camp
That night I was camping in Canyon Camp Ground. I was standing in the drive way teaching my grandson to cast. This older man came up and asked if I was from Texas?. I said Yes. He asked if my Name was Allen Something. I again said yes. He then asked if I had lost a fly box? Yes I again responed. He had found them late that day about two miles down from were I had lost mine. On the box was what was left of my name and address. He could make out Texas and my first name. Then seeing some one fly casting and being from Texas, Not that 100s of other were not from Texas. I was lucky. I have over the years forgotten his name but not the warm feelings I have for him.
Thanks Friend is all I can say

ol Al