Liars Headquarters (And Other Stuff Too) Traditional Cache

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Chuck Walla: Greetings from your Community Volunteer Reviewer,

Geocaching HQ flagged this cache as one that may need attention and sent you an email about it. Some time after that, I disabled your cache and requested that you check on your cache and perform any necessary maintenance. Since you have not responded to my reviewer log about your cache, nor did you post a note to your cache page telling me and others of your intention to address the issue with it, the cache has been archived at the direction of Geocaching HQ.

If you address this issue in the near future, please contact me. I can always unarchive the cache for you if needed.

Sincerely,

Chuck Walla
Community Volunteer Reviewer
Geocaching.com

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Hidden : 4/16/2010
Difficulty:
1.5 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size: micro (micro)

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Geocache Description:


You are looking for a camo'd Baby Coke Bottle. Not on the structure itself, but finding it shouldn't be a problem. Just use your Cache-Stincts & you'll know where to look. Because of near-by house, be stealthy. However, the old parking lot is used often by passers-by, so your presence shouldn't raise any suspicion. The owners know of the cache, but not any of the nearest people.

Sometime in the 1950's & early-60's, Mr. Jobe (that's all anyone can ever remember him being called) owned a small General Store in Plainview. Jobe was a well-liked individual (wife ... well, a bit different story) & as with many of these old-time General Stores, it was used for as much of a "piddlin' place" by the local men-folk, as it was for actual business.

There was the required wooden bench out front, which always had 1 more person sitting on it, than what it was designed to hold. And right above the front door was the very most prized possession of Mr. Jobe's .... a wooden sign which read, "Headquarters for Hunters, Fishermen, and all other Liars". Over the years, every single worthy event of Western civilization was discussed here, and a great many of them were even SOLVED. Some of those included:

1. Can that female dog in the street run faster than those 4 male dogs chasing her?

2. If you just borrow something from a neighbour, but never return it, is that really stealing, if you told them you were borrowing it, but never said you'd bring it back?

3. You should always measure a fish when it's still in the water, since they automatically shrink 6 inches when you pull it into the boat.

4. Why would some new-fangled music-group actually name themselves after a BUG??

And countless other very important issues were hammered out here, usually in the evenings after work, or anytime during the weekend.

About the mid-60's, Mr. Jobe noticed 2 very wise business ventures which a person needed to get into right away. The 1st was how Lake Nimrod was rapidly becoming a favorite fishing location. With the Fourche Jct. as it's main crossroads, someone needed to build a bait-shop nearby. The other was that Arkansas had recently voted several "wet" counties as now "dry" counties. This meant that the locals had to travel a long way in order to buy any beverage. So someone needed to maintain a local supply of this stuff. Silly to waste all of that gas driving to a completely different county.

Down-town Plainview wasn't the appropriate location for either venture, so Mr. Jobe bought this little piece of land & built a bait-shop. And the bench & sign also made the trip here from the Plainview store. And too, in a little secret alcove, was always a pretty decent supply of boot-legged whiskey for sale. Ole' Jobe was caught & fined several times over the years of running his business. His response to that was always, "Getting your name in the paper as a boot-legger is the best free advertisement you can get."

But his health didn't hold up long after this. Around the late-70's, Mr. Jobe passed away & Mrs. Jobe had to go into a nursing home, where she followed a couple years later. Having no kids, the land was deeded to a friend (probably one of the Liars), who never made any use of the place. The little bait-shop was never re-opened & eventually rotted down, but the story of Ole' Jobe is still well-remembered.

Burningfox gets the FTF!!

Additional Hints (Decrypt)

Enqrp

Decryption Key

A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M
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N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

(letter above equals below, and vice versa)


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