I'm out enjoying my MX 5 and take my 8" screwdriver that I got for a quarter at a garage sale. So after an hour I decide to go into the gravel tot lot and stick the screwdriver in my back pocket. When I get to the car to change to my Compadre, I notice the screwdriver's gone. Upset, I look in the trunk, and by luck there' s my favorite hard steel screwdriver I had misplaced! Happy? No! I go trekking 3 football fields of an area looking for my 25¢ screwdriver for half an hour! Does anyone feel me?

so I go back looking for a 25¢ screwdriver! Nothing! So I go home for an hour frustrated and tell my wife I'm going to the store. I get there and start tucking my shirttail in my pants WHEN-you guessed it- my hands hit a solid object in the far corner of my pocket with the blade stuck under my belt!
. So I can't imagine doing it your way. We do have some open civil war fields here away from civilization, and it's a joy to use a shovel with retrieval.