I spent the day mowing and cutting down some bushes with a machete today. I had my JG3 with me until it decided to go over the wall and out the side pocket of my carpenters pants. I spent a couple of hours calling and looking to no avail. I'll go out early tomorrow hoping it will come out because het is hungry and lonesome. I might put up some "lost" posters, I don't think he's gone far. Truthfully, I think this one is gone. It could be anywhere in five acres or so. Not a good day, my JG3 was probably my most favorite knife. I feel just like when Ol' Yeller died.