I was enjoying a campfire with a friend, sipping wine and talking treason, when I noticed a blinking light in the river. I walk down to the river and rock hopped across to the blinking light thinking it might be an actual alien encounter only to find a large drone. I rescued it from its watery grave and brought it back to the campfire. The next morning I called the number on the side and gave it back to its owner, and declined the reward. Boys and their toys.