I lost my Bluechip...almost.
While waiting out an oil change and picking along side the Blue River, I fumbled my pick. It glanced off the side of my knee, flew forward, bounced off a river rock, and landed vertically in some well placed mud inches from the water. Uncertain whether I would have jumped in after the pick, possibly soaking myself and mandolin, I said, "Thank you mud."
Good fortune today! I hope the same for y'all.
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