During my brief stint with BLM in Ely, Nevada in 89 & 90, I was spending about a week out in the Duckwater area. I was on the job and not armed but that didn't keep me from scouting and exploring a lot. One morning I was up on the bench in the foothills of the mountain and came across a denim Levi jacket hanging in a small tree. It looked like it had been there for several months, at least...it was a nice one with heavy fleece lining and it fit me right, and obviously was well used. I still wear that jacket occasionally. I think about the sheep herder who likely left it there each time I put it on, and I think I probably should have left it there. He may have expected to find it next time he passed through.
