Poor Henry, the prospector. He lived to mine and loved it. His wife hated that he wasn't home very much. One day he came home and told his wife he wasn't feeling well. His wife didn't believe him. He slept in bed for days. His wife took care of him but wouldn't call a doctor. She continued to think he was faking it. A few days later she came in the room to bring him his breakfast. It was too late. He already passed away. On the desk he left a note. Guess what the note said.
You are looking for a small camo container. It is hidden very well. It might be hard to do but please leave the area the way you found it. This way it is fun for the next cacher. Henry had already arranged where he wanted to be buried with his friends. "My wife is never going to find me here after death," he told his buddies. Your job is to make sure she never does! Happy Caching to You!