The Bone Yard (Rest in Pieces)
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The terrain is fairly flat and not much ground cover, however,
there are dead tree branches laying around. Please remember to use
insect repellent as this is in the woods and we all know what
little critters crawl around here.
The first stage is a camoed micro with the coords for the final stage.
The final stage is a spray painted cat litter box. It is near Parker cemetery, not too far from where I used to live until a house fire forced us to move.
My brothers and sister and I would visit this cemetery when they came in from Oklahoma (usually at night after some...(lots)...of celebrating) to see if we could find any ghosts.
There are many theme related items in this cache. Please trade even or up as The Cachettes and I have put a lot of thought into this. We hope you enjoy the find. Please put everything EXACTLY the way you found it and make sure the lid is secure tightly so that it remains watertight, we want everybody to have the same experience finding this as you did.
Congrats to SUV2003 for the FTF.
Glad you enjoyed the cache. We had fun putting this one out.
To have more fun
Hunt this at night
Sure to give the heart
A lifetime of fright
It's not hard to find
A flashlight will do
But please be aware
As it may first find you
THE HAUNTED OAK
by: Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
PRAY why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?
My leaves were green as the best, I trow,
And sap ran free in my veins,
But I saw in the moonlight dim and weird
A guiltless victim's pains.
They'd charged him with the old, old crime,
And set him fast in jail:
Oh, why does the dog howl all night long,
And why does the night wind wail?
He prayed his prayer and he swore his oath,
And he raised his hand to the sky;
But the beat of hoofs smote on his ear,
And the steady tread drew nigh.
Who is it rides by night, by night,
Over the moonlit road?
And what is the spur that keeps the pace,
What is the galling goad?
And now they beat at the prison door,
"Ho, keeper, do not stay!
We are friends of him whom you hold within,
And we fain would take him away
"From those who ride fast on our heels
With mind to do him wrong;
They have no care for his innocence,
And the rope they bear is long."
They have fooled the jailer with lying words,
They have fooled the man with lies;
The bolts unbar, the locks are drawn,
And the great door open flies.
Now they have taken him from the jail,
And hard and fast they ride,
And the leader laughs low down in his throat,
As they halt my trunk beside.
Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black,
And the doctor one of white,
And the minister, with his oldest son,
Was curiously bedight.
Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
'Tis but a little space,
And the time will come when these shall dread
The mem'ry of your face.
I feel the rope against my bark,
And the weight of him in my grain,
I feel in the throe of his final woe
The touch of my own last pain.
And never more shall leaves come forth
On the bough that bears the ban;
I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead,
From the curse of a guiltless man.
And ever the judge rides by, rides by,
And goes to hunt the deer,
And ever another rides his soul
In the guise of a mortal fear.
And ever the man he rides me hard,
And never a night stays he;
For I feel his curse as a haunted bough,
On the trunk of a haunted tree.
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
1fg pyhr:
Unir n frng
Ybbx hc naq nebhaq
Vg vf va gur gerr
Abg ba gur tebhaq
2aq pyhr:
Gur xrl gb fhpprff vf ng unaq