Back when I first started fly fishing I found a box at a reservoir in North Park. No name or number. At the time it was definitely manna from heaven. It had alot of good stillwater flies. Mostly hand tied. It had been buried under snow all winter. Some of the hooks were a bit rusty but still usable after a sharpening. Since then I have lost a couple of boxes.. Most recent was my BWO/midge box. It hurt alot and now I have my name and number in all my boxes. It was absolutely stuffed with flies. But it was kinda fun to sit down and tie up an entire box from scratch though. It is a much better, more streamlined box now.
"I have come to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I am all out of bubblegum" Rowdy Rodney Piper in "They Live"