Some years later in the early '70s I was living in Auberry, CA and there were quite a few opportunities for fishing near by. Several local ponds were full of hungry Bluegill and Bass and not far away up a little higher in the hills and moutains there were streams and lakes with Trout that had my name on them...so I thought. One day of an early afternoon I headed for a stream that I had not fished before and on arrival set about to catch some of the fish I could see in that stream. After several hours of offering hot-balls (That is what I called Pautzke's Balls O' Fire) and not even being able to buy a bite, I gathered up my stuff and headed back to the house about a half hours drive away. And yup, just got home and discovered I had lost my wallet. Darn!
So back in the car I go driving a bit on the aggressive side to where I had been fishing as it was nearing sundown, there wouldn't be much light left and I really didn't have much hope of finding it. Upon arrival, I knocked around on the bank of that stream for a while with no luck and headed down stream where I had last been fishing, on a big boulder out in the middle of the stream, and there it was...perched right on top of that boulder. Whew! I found my wallet...again!