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The Carnivoristicous Ounce Traditional Cache

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Hidden : 1/25/2014
Difficulty:
1 out of 5
Terrain:
2 out of 5

Size: Size:   other (other)

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A pleasant walk through the woods in search of a mysterious creature known as the Carnivoristicous Ounce. The search takes you to the Oswald Sargent Reserve (otherwise called the Golf Links Reserve), a public tract of land well known by the locals for its displays of wildflowers in the springtime.


You can park either at the lay-by at the entrance from the Great Southern Highway or at the golf course clubhouse, then walk along the road northwards through the golf course towards the cache. If you drive along the road to get closer, please park carefully as the road is used regularly by the Shire and by nearby residents.

As with all such caches in the woods, it's a good idea to record a waypoint where you have parked in case (like me) you tend to lose your bearings among the trees.

Take care when handling the creature in case it bites. It's fairly big, for a young specimen, but can accommodate thin items only.

Congratulations to Cache Elusive as FTF and for claiming the Pot of Gold. Also, well done and thanks to CreightonCrew; this cache owes everything to you. We suspect the Ounce and the Triantiwontigongolope are somehow related… ?

The Carnivoristicous Ounce
By Mrs. M. E. Blake

There once was a beast called an Ounce,
Who went with a spring and a bounce.
    His head was as flat
    As the head of a cat,
This quadrupedantical Ounce,
            ‘Tical Ounce,
This quadrupedantical Ounce.

You’d think from his name he was small,
But that was not like him at all;-
    He weighed, I’ll be bound,
    Three or four hundred pound,
And he looked most uncommonly tall,
            ‘Monly tall,
He looked most uncommonly tall.

He sprang on his prey with a pounce,
And gave it a jerk and a trounce;
    Then crunched up its bones
    On the grass or the stones,
This carnivoristicous Ounce,
            ‘Ticous Ounce!
This carnivoristicous Ounce!

When a hunter he’d meet on the shore,
He’d give a wild rush and a roar –
    His claws he’d unsheath,
    And he’d show all his teeth, -
But the man would be seen nevermore,
            Nevermore!
The man would be seen nevermore!

I’d rather – I’m telling you true –
Meet with three hundred weight of a Gnu,
    A Sea-Horse or Whale,
    Or a Cow with a tail,
Than an Ounce of this kind – wouldn’t you?
            Wouldn’t you?
Than an Ounce of this kind – wouldn’t you?

Quoted from page 43 of:
St. Nicholas: An Illustrated Magazine For Young Folks.
Conducted by Mary Mapes Dodge
Volume IX, Part I, November 1881 to April 1882
London: Frederick Warne and Co.
New York: The Century Co.

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