So the past few weeks have been crazy. Lots of work to be done for my degree, laid off at my job. New baby teething! What better way to relax than to head out for a spot of fishing. After getting home, it seems as though I have very likely left (or lost!) my pouch (one the wife got me as a christmas gift), freshly laden with 2 ounces of tobacco, my lighter and my lovely ebony peterson 314. I am distraught. I swore I had it in my pocket, but as there was quite a lot of snow and jumping about, I think it has fallen out and I never noticed before driving home. I've torn the house apart. To make it all the worse, we never caught a thing.