Once, when I was canoeing the Quinipoxet River with a boy scout troop, I lost my entire wallet. I got out of the canoe at a bend in the river to fish out some gear from a flipped canoe, and next thing I knew I was up to my neck and my wallet was long gone.
Two weeks later, a fisherman found it and dropped it off at my house, with everything intact -- money and all. He didn't even leave his name.
I wouldn't have been upset if the $30 in my wallet had "dissapeared" on-route to my house, I was just glad to get it back. In fact I probably would have given the guy the money if I knew who he was. I suspect the gentleman who returned it got a lot more satisfaction out of returning it intact, though. It's easy to respect actions like that.
-RedFox1