When I was a child, I was strictly forbidden from entering the bushes behind Rocket Ship Park. My mother insisted that "perverts" were lurking in them, and that entering their depths was tantamount to asking to be abducted and "Clifford Olson'd"
Fast forward 30 years later, and the Rocket Ship that graced the park in all of it's rusty, uriniferous glory is now gone. The bushes remain. The boogey men that once presided over them seem comical.
When seeking the cache, listen for strains of "Dueling Banjoes" in the distance. Beware of toothless rednecks that may ask you to "squeal like a piggy" or advise you of your "purty mowf." Make sure you sign the log book IN the pig.
Congrats to jborgens on the FTF!