For those good gentle folk whose heart goes all a twitter every time a new film can is hidden in a 500 acre, sweltering, exhaust laden Wally World parking lot bristling with SUVs driven by soccer moms, I offer my humblest apologies.
For those kind souls who believe slapping a hide-a-key on an uninspired section of guard rail, every 529' and copy/pasting the cache description over and over so they don't need to engage their brain cells, is the quintessential essence of caching, I hope you can forgive me.
This cache might not be your cup of Earl Grey.
But for the rest of you kooks, ("Kook" being defined as anyone insane enough to actually enjoy slugging their way through miles of swamp, dodging wild hogs, alligators and venomous snakes, just to look for a metal box full of Dollar Store trinkets), come on down! You'll have a blast!
On this beautiful day, several representatives from the Florida Geocaching Association http://www.floridacaching.com/ descended on this patch of woods, hiding gobs of caches for others to find. I was supposed to be out there with them, but Life intervened. The hiders took pity on me, knowing how much I love the swamps, and placed this cache for me, sending me the coords so I could type it up.
Thanx guys and gals! You're the kewlest!