Oops, bad time for the dropsies.
I proposed to my wife at a baseball game. I was so paranoid I was going to somehow lose the ring before I got a chance to put it on her finger that I sewed it into my pocket with just a couple loops of thread.
Then I lost my original wedding band when I was checking out an informal boat launch on the OP sorta late at night, and I slipped on the mud, threw my arms up and back in the fall and somehow the dang ring came flying off and flew into either the woods or the river, who knows. I guess it was a little loose and I was a little light (and had slick fingers?). Damndest thing.
That feeling you get when you drop the perfect new fly into the river before you even get the tippet in the eye, this guys got that X1000. I feel for him, but they will have such a story to tell later.