It's not just the gear that was lost. I feel like my enjoyment for my favorite sport was stolen as well. The nice weather makes it worse. I think about fishing, and then I remember I have nothing to fish WITH, and it feels like someone has stuck a spear in my chest. I literally have no freshwater gear at all now. That was ALL of it. How can people just take things that don't belong to them? Do they have no empathy for the people they've ripped off? The thing I'm kicking myself most about is that my parents told me more than once to move the car back into the driveway, but I figured it would be fine across the street for just one night. I'm not sure if it would have made any difference if the car was on the road or in the driveway, but now I'll always be tortured by that knowledge. That was a lifetime's worth of tackle, my best guess is somewhere between $550 - $600. Some of the plugs were given to me by my grandfather before he died. They have no monetary value, since they're just modern lures made of plastic, but they were important to me. I'm out of work, so it will be a long time until I can replace that gear, and at this point I'm wondering if I should even bother, or give up fishing altogether.