Every year my lady and I head on out to a pumpkin patch and walk around say "cute this cute that.. this pumpkin has warts...cute..." Ok that isn't true, well mostly but anyway, this year we brought our niece and pug with us and went to a pumpkin patch that had a corn maze. My niece and I were both very excited to try out the corn maze. I being the stubborn manly man (who owns a pug that happens to be the runt of the litter) kept telling the fiance to let our dog, Luna, off leash. Let her enjoy the pumpkin patch!!! This is where I went wrong. Luna is a pug. Pugs don't like the heat. Today was hot. Luna decided, "F you mom and dad for bringing me here. I'm running into this corn maze suckas, see if you can catch me" See now, Luna is a very well behaved dog, and never strays far. She just happens to have her moms attitude and well, we pissed her off. She takes off into the corn maze and I run after, completely breaking down corn stalks (is that what they're called?) as I chase and call after this damned dog. Eventually she decides to show us dumb humans mercy and comes back to us. We leash her up, I curse a bit, and we continue to peruse pumpkins and eventually go into the maze to actually try the maze, the proper way. At some point I decided I want to whip out the anodized ZT 0630CF in m390 I brought with me that day to cut who knows what at this point and go to reach for it and boy..... did my nuts shrivel up as that sinking realization that what should be attached to my rf pocket, isn't. I tell the fiance and niece what I dropped and my lady makes an "oh shit" face. I leave them to begin looking all through the damed corn maze. CORN MAZE. I dropped my KNIFE in a freaking CORN MAZE. A BIG ASS CORN MAZE. After about an hour with no luck and a million different thoughts and ideas of what to do...I leave the corn maze back to the niece, fiance and Luna, defeated and sweaty. My lady doesn't take no for an answer and suggests we go back to the area I initially jumped in through when Luna decided to have her teenage rebellion and run off. "I checked there from the other side" I say but we walk over all the same. We start looking all over the floor in that area and am reminded how much I want kick myself in the nuts that now reside in my throat for having lost that knife. As I stand up, something catches my eye, it's my freaking knife, clipped (yes clipped, pictures included) to a corn stalk. My fiance laughs, says "what the hell!? You need to take a picture of that and post it to that knife forum thing you're always on!". I left being able to breath easier and with an even bigger soft spot for my fiance, my niece for helping, and Luna my fur child for giving me one hell of a Halloween scare. Thanks for reading! How I found the knife: & the beast that caused the fiasco, Luna: I know we already have a ton of threads of losing a knives, what about losing and then finding them in strange places???