This cache is placed in memory of my father, who was a life-long hunter. He began hunting as a 7 or 8 year old. Growing up during the Great Depression in a large family on a small farm in rural Tennessee, he and his brothers learned very early to hunt and to not waste bullets. He once told me that if the boys were unsuccessful in their hunting or ran out of ammo, there was no meat on the table. Naturally, he became an expert shooter quickly. This served him well when he was a US Marine - he easily earned the marksmanship medal.
A farm accident in adulthood left him legally blind in one eye, but he kept on hunting. Quail was his preference, but he wouldn't turn down rabbit, squirrel, deer, turkey, or dove. I believe his personal quail record was seven birds in one flush.
Even old age didn't seem to affect his marksmanship. Sometime in his 70s, I remember he went to a turkey shoot and came home with all the turkeys, which he gleefully gave away to all the neighbors. (For the uninitiated, a turkey shoot is a target shooting contest with a frozen turkey as the prize in each round.)
Difficulty rating is for signing the log, not finding the container.
Hidden with permission of the local business owner.