Tho’ it is not required, I want your best Cachin’ Tale of how you found this cache. I’ll start things off by giving you my tale of setting up this cache.
It all started on my last day of work…ah, forced retirement – I still have the scars from the ankle and arm shackles they used when they “escorted” us out of the plant.
I decided to hide the cache during lunch, since we have 15 minutes to eat, there was plenty of time to hide it. (gotta have a grain of truth to make any tale sound real) So I dashed out to the cachemobile and drove well within the posted speed limits to my chosen game zone.
I had to be careful to make sure I was not followed. I know that lumberjack from Sewol follows me sometimes. And that retired lady from Spy Hole, well, she doesn’t have anything better to do. Then there’s that librarian with the beady eyes. She always trying to catch me tearing strips of paper from page 84 of the books in the fictional Non-fiction Biography section. And that IT guy that works in the Italian Pie Factory. I know he tried to install a key stroke recorder on my smartphone. And then there’s those Duck Tape Sisters…they have sticky fingers. I’m pretty sure my tooth scrubber put a tracker in my molar on my last visit. And that last cupcake the casino banker gave me tasted like it had radioactive flour in it.
Anyway, as I neared the game zone, I drove in circles to throw off any followers. Parking some distance away, I pulled my repelling equipment and my scuba gear out of the cachemobile and donned my wetsuit. The fins made it a bit difficult to walk to the cache site, but at least the oxygen kept me breathing evenly. I know I got some strange looks from the muggles driving by, but one old lady did wave to me. Her arthritis must have been acting up because she could only use one finger when she waved.
I slipped into the deep water of the ditch and swam unseen to my hidden game zone. With a muffled bang from my air gun, I fired a grappling hook into the tops of the nearby pine trees and set my hook. It was a difficuly climb because swim fins do not grip pine bark very well.
With a mighty push, I swung from one tree to another, constantly scanning for any followers, traveling hundreds of feet through the thick forrest, until I made it to my desired tree. I readied my repelling gear and zipped down the tree.
I carefully parted the greenery and hung my little cache, sneezing because the recent rains made this allergy machine much more potent. Satisfied that the cache couldn’t be easily seen, I walked the dozen or so steps back to the cachemobile and returned for my last 4 hours of work.
Oh, by the way, the cache IS at the posted coordinates. Trust me.
