One cool fall fall day, I found myself driving across the countryside in search of things unknown. A small body of water appeared on the screen of my GPSr and I had no doubt that it was my destiny to find it.
It was not long before I found myself on an unkept road, that proceeded into a series of curves. All of a sudden..... SPLASH!! I had driven straight into what my GPSr showed as the hidden body of water.
Unconcerned, I jumped out to explore further. After walking towards the back of the woodland, I found signs of an ancient picnic place, atop a small bluff. "What a great place for a geocache", I though to myself.
I was searching for a suitable hiding spot along the side of a hill when I suddenly felt my feet swing out from beneath me. The next thing I knew I was sliding down the hill on my backside, wondering where I would stop, and what bones were broken. I eventually did stop, and found myself laying next to a puddle of mud which contained one very angry duck.
I got up and ran as fast as I could to prevent the evil duck from ripping into my flesh. I was exhausted, but happy to make it back to the protection of the cachemobile.
As I was preparing to leave, I knew that I should share this place with others. So, I left this cache behind for all to find. It's about the size of 1/2 gallon can, and contains a few smaller trading items for the kids.