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Reading some logs of the "Good Ole Days" and laughing . In these days, some of the containers were never heard of, I remember my first tiny Mr. Magnito, at St. John's River. Preforms were introduced at a local event by Mr. Brian. I started thinking up crazy caches and evil too and it all got started of calling me "names" LOL.
Here are a few of the logs. Do you remember the caches? Feb. 08 You can call me Bob or you can reverse the spelling and just call me Bob. I retired a few years ago, I never expected that I would end up with another job. We walked past this one at first. A few minutes later found the cache. I thought you needed a degree and several years practicing before becoming a Doctor. Let alone a doctor that practices in the woods without anesthesia let alone an operating table clean and antiseptic working conditions. Anyway. he handed me the broken heart and I spent the next 10 minutes or so performing open heart surgery in order to extract the CLOT (aka Cachers Log Of Truth) from the clogged heart. It took a scalpel and then a clamping device to get the CLOT. So any and all future finders of this should come prepared or be extremely careful here. Took nothing, left a scar, and signed the CLOT. I now have a new job. You can now call by Dr. Bob or if you spell it the other way, Dr. Bob. 2-12-08 Well I think I got my Tax Money's worth here today. They still get my Tax Money, but I don't have to work for my money anymore. Anyway... I saw this one 1 minute AFTER I ran my pocket query .Entered the coords the old fashioned way and headed out to check my Tax Money at Work. I had been searching for about 15 minutes when I heard a horrible noise. A truck had just gone by and I thought maybe it had dropped something. I looked up... nope not the truck. But a black car had turned onto the road that leads to the park. It had hit the north post of the gate with the driver side front of the car. What the heck is he doing way over there? My guess. He turned in and was watching this strange person looking at the ground and not paying attention to where he was going. Anyway he messed up his left front fender pretty bad. He actually had to pull it off his tire in order to drive away. Back to the search and search and search. A call to the owner got no answer. Search and search and search some more. 50 minutes after arrival, I move on. Later in the morning, I was on the phone with the Duo when I heard my call waiting. One of these days I'll figure out how that works on my cell. So I'm on my way home and heading by this one. I pulled in to give this another shot. The call waiting call had been CHEF. So I returned her call. Got some verification that the cache wasn't where I was dreading that it was. Plus another small hint. Yeah like that helped. So I searched, and searched and searched, some more. I was just getting ready to leave again when a cacher arrived. So we started looking some more. Searching and searching and searching. Heck all three of us had our hands on it during the search. Finally a geocaching TOT (for those that don't know a TOT is Tool of the Trade) turned up the cache. So I spent well over 2 hours here this morning probably close to 3. Took nothing, left nothing, and signed this sucker on the First Line. Probably wouldn't have found this one without them. Thanks for the nudge and the fun(?) CHEF. I'm looking forward to spending many hours looking for more of your new hides. These are tough. A challenge for a change instead of your run of the mill P&Gs. Thanks CHEF 3-25-08.I was here a few days ago monkeying around. Do you remember Clyde in those Clint Eastwood movies. When I was done here I wanted to get in my car and do a right turn Clyde. But there wasn't anyone around to punch except for myself. I kind of figured out where the cache was last time but didn't have the right tool. So this time I had an advantage. While he was acting like a spider monkey but looking more like an orangutan I made quick work of finding the cache. So now I've taught him a lesson... Don't Monkey Around with me. Didn't have a trade item, but I took the butane lighter which shouldn't be in there and signed the log. A lighter in the forest give me a break. I tossed my dirty clothes in the washing machine and well let's just say the lighter is really shiney now, but it is in the garbage. Thanks for the great day in the ONF CHEF. 9-14-08 I don't use this road twice a week, but I do use it quite often. Not only that, but every time I drive down this road I think maybe it could use a cache. Did you know there is a private cemetery not to far from this cache? Well I rolled to a stop, got out and headed for GZ. Now I know that you all wouldn't do what my GPSr wanted me to do when I first got there. So I didn't climb over, go through, or go under the barbed wire fence. I just paced back and forth along the fence line until my GPSr came to its senses. Then I started looking for the decon container mentioned on the cache page. I looked at all the logical spots and then switched modes. A few minutes later something caught my eye, so I examined it a little closer. Sure enough there was the cache. Took nothing, left nothing, and signed the log. Finished up just in time for another car to drive by. Thought it might be another geocacher but they kept on going. Got in the Jeep, made a uturn and headed for home. Thanks for the fun again. Now we are back here searching again. BYOP and make sure cache is well hidden. All these memories and fun times This was my first cache I placed 11-11-05 and the log 1-23-09.Dr. Bob operated on this little cache today. Had to use a tool to open it, only to discover that the log was soaked. I let him use my write on anything pen. While he was doing that the Dr. was performing surgery on the container. It would seem that someone screwed some of the camo into the threads when putting this one back together. Thus the reason for the tool. The Dr. operated on the threads to remove all the gunk. Then went over to the ambulance and got out a fresh piece of gauze to put in the cache. That will be the new log. The old one dried out but it has been sent to the morgue. Hopefully the operation will make it waterproof once again. Dr. fees???? Uh how about J & B name on all the St Johns River caches. Now to visit more old haunts. No need to cross fence and BEWARE ITS BARBWIRE THAT HURTS
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