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This cache hide is dedicated to a creative cache hider, Yellow Alligater in Spokane, WA. While visiting there, I got an idea, and on the long trip home - I came up with this one. Sure hope you like it.
This is a not so typical bison-cache hide. PLEASE DO NOT MOVE THE CACHE CONTAINER OR ANYTHING THAT MAY BE SCREWED IN PLACE. Screwdrivers are NOT allowed on this one. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, don't dump anything inside the container device or use any kind of foreign object (LIKE A STICK) to retrieve the bison tube. This one hides low like an oyster and then moves like one if you enjoy them as much as I do! (see story below). No super-human forces are required to find it. OK, enuf rules...
The Story below written by Yellow Alligator. (Optional reading).
Not too long ago, I found myself wandering the streets of downtown Coos Bay, Oregon. It was a foggy rainy night, and I walked many miles from my hotel with hopes of finding a few geocaches. Within a couple of hours, I found some great hides, but then I got really really hungry. You know how that hits you? You’ve found 9 of the 10 geocaches you were hunting for and then you see something that hits you even harder. For me, it was a sign a couple of blocks away that said, “Ster bar and Café”. Visions of crab cakes and clam chowder preceded by a good brew danced in my head. After all, this is a coastal town and fresh seafood is rampant.
So I walked in and slid into a bar stool, two seats down from an aromatic patron.
“Can I have a menu please?” I asked the bartender.
“Sliders, that’s what we serve here,” he answered.
“What’s a slider?” I asked.
The fellow two stools down turned towards me, “Yer a newbie around here, eh? Sliders are Mother Nature’s gift to mankind, ya know?”
The bartender just stared at me… should I order this thing, a slider?
I looked at the fishy smelly guy, “I’m from out of town, but am pretty darn hungry so if it’s local seafood, I guess I’ll give it a try.”
“One, two or three?” the bartender asked.
I’m really starving at this point, even the stuffed fish on the wall looks appetizing.
“I want three.”
“Three sliders on their way, and a 16 oz Coos Light from Fishguts at the bar,” the bartender glanced at the smelly fellow.
I settled into my stool, and sipped the Coos brew. Fishguts was trying to tell me about his new fishing boat, but all I could think about was how hungry I was.
In three minutes time, the bartender slapped me a plate containing three gray slimy things on shells.
“Thar’s yer sliders, hope you enjoy ‘em.”
I cast a look at Fishguts, “Oy-Sters”, was all he said. The ‘Ster bar revealed.
I looked back at him, “So how do you eat them?”
“Just slide ‘em off the shell, and let ‘em slowly slide on down.”
So that’s what I did. I never tasted anything like an oyster before, and in retrospect, they were pretty tasteless. But that slider effect, Wow! I liked it so much I ordered 3 more, and then Fishguts bought me 3 more and another Coos light.
Soon thereafter I was feeling full of oysters, and pretty content, so I bid farewell to the bartender and Fishguts and walked a mile back to my hotel room. Later that night, I heard those oysters, slipping and ripping around in my gut. How easy they went down, and how easily they slid back up. But surprisingly, the next day, I rode out of Coos Bay feeling just fine.
That’s more than you needed to know I’m sure, but maybe it’ll help you find the cache.
Congratulations NoBucksRanch on the FTF!!
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