Once you get off the trail to look for the tacklebox is where it
gets dicey. I noticed some barbed wire that was through the center
of some sizeable trees, some of it was higher, some along the
ground. The tacklebox isn't by the barbed wire but watch out for it
once you get off trail.
Getting to GZ is tricky but doable. Getting back to the trail
afterwards however took me about 15 minutes just to travel 100 ft
or so. If it wasn't for my hiking pole I'd probably be sitting
there now.
I would recommend that everyone bring water and a hiking pole if
you have one. A hiking pole is great on the trail and almost a
necessity during the last 60 feet. If you don't have one, borrow
one from a friend.
I marked where I parked and after I got back and was checking
things out found out there's another designated parking area that
would probably cut the distance and time in half. At the first
parking area there were trail maps available which were handy while
out. There are no maps by the second parking area but everyone will
presumably have a GPSR. If anyone goes from the second parking area
I'm curious about how it goes from there.
Darin's tacklebox is see-thru (in case they make a rule
requiring that out here later I don't want to have to go back) and
approximately the size of a small ammocan but roughly 1/2 the
width. Funny thing about Darin's tacklebox, I don't recall any
fishing supplies in it. I remember a few little items and some kind
of coin that said FTF on it. If you get there first, feel free to
take something to reward yourself. (I have no problem giving away
stuff that's not mine.) Everyone that finds it should write their
name on the notepad inside rather than actually retrieving the
tacklebox.
I'm sure you're confused at this point so let me go back to the
beginning and explain how this started. Last summer my buddy Darin
and I were out here fishing at Lake Perry. We weren't catching
anything but it was a nice day and Darin brought a cooler so can't
complain too much. Then all of the sudden Darin jumped. He reached
for his iPhone (which I'm surprised had a signal) and said "There's
a new cache published. I gotta go".
He took off running before I could say a word. He didn't even
pick up his gear and on top of that he was running in the opposite
direction from where his truck was parked. I decided it served him
right as I started picking up my stuff and his in order to head
back myself. That's when I heard the loud splash in the direction
Darin had run.
I headed toward the splash then I heard a loud "Yee-haw" and
quickly turned to see where it was coming from. It was not anything
I could have prepared for.
Darin's tacklebox slipped from my grasp as I quickly grabbed my
camera just in time to snap a pic and yell....
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"Hey! There goes
One Big Walleye!"
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