What's the most valuable thing you have found hunting?

Nothing of real value. When dad or I need to go #2, “going to set a bear trap” is normally what’s said. While breaking down dad’s caribou, he went to set a trap, but ended up finding one instead. Still had(s) a few marten toe bones in it
 

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I found a Sitka glove that turned out to be mine after missing for a year, right where I had helped my son gut his buck the year prior. Last year at this time, popped out on a two track after working some grouse cover with the dog. Started walking back to the rig and found a Mossberg 500 in its case laying in the two track. I hadn't heard a vehicle all morning. I drove around for awhile looking for someone backtracking but never happened. I ended up tying a note to a tree with an inflated rubber glove at the spot and returned to camp. The next day, two guys from Wi showed up and the younger guy was freaked out that he lost Grandpa's gun from the SXS. Needless to say, they were pretty happy to have it back. Obviously for the sentimental value. They offered up a 6pk of Spotted Cow for the exchange and I obliged:)
Though the most interesting was about 15yrs ago. We were Whitetail hunting in Canada near Kenora. Middle of nowhere still hunting and I spot what appeared to be a section of an orange tent. Upon further inspection, I find its a small parachute attached to what looks like a hard acrylic orange basketball. It had a switch on it and a bunch of lights that assume were activated by the switch.(I didn't have the stones to flip the switch and find out) Also, was a fanny pack attached containing a Garmin Etrex GPS with a note that simply said, "You ruined my drop"
Not knowing what that meant or who it was meant for, I wasn't going to be the guy that ruined whatever it was. I snapped a few pics and continued on my way.
I still wonder about that one from time to time. This day in age, it wouldn't seem so strange but back then it was definitely odd.
 
Finding old dilapidated and abandoned cabins in the bottom of a canyon has to be my coolest find! Right out front of an old mine, not far off from civilization (though at the time it was made, I doubt there were many people in that area) pretty cool find, it’s a pretty popular area some years later now, but was decently remote when I first stumbled on it
 
Not hunting but while fishing I found a hip pack loaded with flies, tippet, etc. I put it in my pickup and continued fishing, later moved to a different spot on the river and a guy stopped to ask me if I had found a pack. His eyes lit up and he had a big smile when I said "yes". If you're not a fly fisherman, it's difficult to explain the value of your loaded pack. Not only is a ton of money invested, but the collection of flies is directly linked to what you learned over years and sometimes decades of fishing.
 
While bowhunting on a warm afternoon from a ground blind, I took my wedding ring off. It was too hot for gloves and I didn't like the sound of my ring clacking on the bow. I set the ring on the side rig/cupholder on the chair I was sitting in and totally forgot about it.

I realized I had forgotten my ring the next day. When I got back to the blind it had been tipped over and blown away by strong wind (and carried the chair along for part of the ride). I searched high and low and couldn't find the ring.

I went into town and rented a metal detector - took less than 5 minutes with that to recover the ring. Haven't taken it off since.
 
As a kid my family drove from California and spent two weeks camping around Yellowstone. The shore fishing on Lake Yellowstone sucked so I was out kicking around with fins and snorkel and found a Plano box loaded with new in box Rapalas in about 15 feet of water. I'm maybe 12 at the time and knew that Rapalas cost a lot of chore money, so this was pretty much the lotto as far as I was concerned. Took it back ashore and left it with my mom, then went back out for more. Came back and the box was gone, and the owner had apparently accused me of stealing it despite everything in it being completely water logged. Still not sure where my dad was during all of that but I hope that guy has had terrible luck in the 20 years that have gone by. I'm also far less inclined to automatically do the right thing the next time I come across something good.
 
While bear hunting (gun hiking) in Alaska, a glint of metal under the spring grass caught my eye. There beneath the folded down grasses from the previous fall, was a stainless steel .44 Magnum. I looked all around, opened the cylinder, and one round had been fired, with 5 unfired next to it. My buddy and I scoured the area around it looking for the suicidal soul, or the partially eaten bear victim, but there were no bones or any clothes or anything. Reported it to the State Troopers, and had a family member in LE run the serial number. After 6 months, the Troopers told me it was mine to keep.
 
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