This cache is in honor of my great-grandfather. Every day that he could, he would walk from his home in Boswell to the creek to fish. On May 12, 1945, just like most other days, he walked to this very same creek to fish. When he did not return that evening, two of his brothers went to look for him, and they found him at his favorite fishing spot, about a hundred feet away, where he had passed away earlier that day, doing what he loved to do.
****The cache you seek is a micro and is in remembrance of what my great-grandfather loved to do****