This is the second cache in the graveyard series where the
original hiding place was destroyed, the cache was found by a third
party, and was worth the effort of reincarnation. We are including
part of the text from the original text so some of the flavor
remains:
The legend of Larsen Lake Hollow began many years ago
when Bill Fargnot was just a young man with dreams of owning a
plantation. He moved into this area, bought some land and planted
cotton. One crop failure followed another until he was so
discouraged he was about ready to quit and move on, when a friend
suggested that he plant trees instead of cotton. At the rate a
certain logger was cutting trees down there would soon be a high
demand for new timber. So Bill cleared the land around the lake and
planted pine which could be harvested for Christmas trees when they
were young and for boards when they grew old. Everything went as
planned until the beaver moved into the area. They gnawed on
anything they could sink their teeth into. In two days they dropped
over forty trees in the south field. It got so bad that Bill was
awakened from a deep sleep one night to find a swarm of hungry
beaver chewing on his log cabin. War was declared. Being a farmer
he hired a local four fingered trapper to dispatch the bothersome
critters. Bill was short on cash and the family ring was handed
over for payment. To make a long story short, the trapper
disappeared two days later and was never heard from again. A
troublesome truce was eventually reached and the beaver were
tricked into leaving the area. As a parting gift they left a fifty
year curse on the land around the lake whereby only hollow trees
would grow. The bank eventually foreclosed on the land because
hollow trees were worthless and Bill was forced to follow other
dreams. If you look around the area you can still see some of the
surviving trees.
As soon as we
received word that the area had been logged off we rushed over
with hopes that our tree had been left standing because it was
without value, a hollow tree. Much to our dismay it had been
cut and dragged away. After investigating the site I concluded
that the beaver had a hand in this disaster. Again our hearts
were heavy as this was our premier Halloween cache and it was
lost. A temp was established until we could find a suitable
place for the remains.
Several weeks later I was in the area with two missionaries from
my church when one of them found the original cache lid sticking
out of the middle of the trail (this will make more sense when you
find the cache). It had sustained great damage from the skidder
which added to the mystery, but the fabled ring from the story was
intact (how the beaver did not find it still puzzles us).
