The cache is log only, so please BYOP. It should be an easy park 'n'grab. Stealth may be needed, but not likely. Enjoy the story, enjoy the cache!
Congrats to FTF: CachinGrma!!!
Here is the story:
"Th' other day, I stepped outside th' ol' Rusty Pick to git some fresh air. It can git mighty smoky in The Pick. Anyways, I reached into my overalls fer some chaw, when th' whole night sky lit in a flash up like some weird, green kinda daylight. Then there was a green steak accross th' sky that went behind the ridge over yonder, an'
WHAM!!!
there was a big ol' 'splosion that rocked th' ground!
"After that, ol' Bluford an' Cletus came a-runnin' out Th' Pick sayin' stuff like, 'What was that?' an' 'Hey Park, what was that noise?'
"Even tho' I cain't hear none too good (too much heavy metal in my youth), I tol' 'em what I heard an' seen, and off they went, a-hootin' and a-hollerin' to their pickups and off they drove. They done kicked up a spray o' gravel when they took off!
"I went back inside an' ordered me a couple o' shots. I needed them, after what I seen. A couple o' hours later, aroun' last call, them boys come a-bustin' in and tol' me to git in one o' their trucks, sayin' that I gotta see what they foun'. Since drinkin' time was 'bout over, I decided to go see what all the fuss was about an' got in Cletus' truck with 'im. (I don't like ridin' with Bluford. He's a terrible driver, even when he's sober.)
"Anyways, after a short bumpy ride to th' other side o' th' ridge behin' which th' meteor fell, I was shocked an' amazed! Where there was once a li'l hill, there was now a crater filled with smokin' hot rocks. Amongst the smaller o' th' rocks, layin' in th' bottom o' the crater, was a black cylinder that look alot like th' alien incubation chamber in th' UFO Museum up in Roswell. Only this one was real! Even tho' it was black, it glowed green. It shore gave me th' heebie-jeebies! I tol' Cletus to git me th' heck outta there. He drove me home, an' I didn't git to sleep fer a long time.
"Th' next night, I went back to Th' Pick an' found ol' Bluford an' Cletus there as usual. I moseyed on over to 'em an' sat down. They tol' me that after Cletus took me home, they went back to th' crater an' waited til th' rocks cooled. Th' sun was comin' up by then. They tol' me they winched th' cylinder out with Bluford's truck an' took the dang thing home! In ol' Bluford's garage, they they took Bluford's chainsaw off'n th' wall an' cut the top o' th' thing clean off! They said some kinda mist spilled out with a stank like 2 week ol' roadkill in th' middle o' July. They couldn't take that stank, so's they grabbed a tire from th' garage an' plugged up th' hole. Then they took th' thing out an' stuck it in th' groun' out by Cletus' shop.
"Now, I cain't rightly verify what they said was true, but I tell ye- if'n that stank was from th' rotted corpse of an alien in th' incubator, an' it was as bad as th' boys say, it had to be ancient. Otherwise, it wouldn't o' stank so bad. One thing's fer shore-I ain't never goin' near Cletus shop again... Unless'n he has some beer when I done run out, a'course."