The
first ever West Tennessee Mega Multi Cache is HERE!
The
cache is NOT AT THE POSTED COORDINATES! To find this cache you must
successfully hunt 14 separate caches, hidden by 14 different
geocachers in the West Tennessee area. The names of all of these
caches will begin with WEST TN MEGA MULTI. At each of these caches
you will be given a clue that will enable you to determine the
coordinates of the final cache, a LARGE metal box containing an
assortment of above average trade items, items in the $5-15 range.
Be forewarned, the terrain at the final is NOT for the faint of
heart!
The clues consist of a letter that corresponds
to a number, one set making up the Latitude code, and a different
set making up the Longitude code. An example would be: Latitude
Code B=9 Here comes the tricky part. You will eventually have 14
clues; seven latitude numbers and seven longitude numbers. ALL 14
NUMBERS ARE REQUIRED! If you get two clues that are identical, that
means that there is a number REPEATED in that coordinate. For
instance, if you find two clues that say “Latitude Code B=9”, that
means there are TWO nines in the latitude coordinate! None of the
14 caches contain duplicates!
Armed with all 14 clues, read the following
paragraph. Somewhere in this paragraph are two sets of seven
consecutive letters corresponding to the code letters. Using the
two codes you have found, find the correct seven consecutive
letters, and you will have the coordinates to the final cache!
“Impossible!” you say? Well, now think about it for a bit. You know
it’s in West Tennessee, so the Latitude is bound to start with 35,
right? And the longitude probably starts with either 88 or 89, so
start your search by looking for the two letter in the latitude
code that equal 3 and 5 in that order. Then do the same thing for
the longitude, looking for the two letters that would make 88 or
89. Remember that the 7 letters that translate to each coordinate
will be consecutive. They could be broken up by spaces or
punctuation, but never by an unrelated letter! I have been over the
paragraph with a fine toothed comb, and there is NO instance where
7 consecutive letters can be translated except the two coordinates.
Good Luck!
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Roland sat with his back to a large stone, trying to catch
his breath. Tiny twinkles danced in front of his burning eyes like
phantom fireflies, though even most bugs had better sense than to
be out here. A sudden shear of pain in his left buttock reminded
him that even here, nature has her minions. A sand spider, too
small to see, but the distinct burning pain left no doubt of his
tormenter’s identity. Thank God they weren’t highly poisonous, just
a pain in the…well this time literally!
He had been on this trail for…how long? Days? Weeks? His mind
refused to speculate, a useless endeavor in such a state as his.
What he really needed was water! So simple, so precious out here!
He’d begun to think the little sliver of reflection he’d been
seeing all morning, snaking through the shallow valley, would turn
out to be a mirage. But if it was, it was a realistic one, complete
with stunted scrub and Saguaro, and of course, devil-grass. He rose
now waveringly to his feet, steadying himself with his unbandaged
hand. His injured left had ceased throbbing, but he knew that any
little bump would set it off again. He approached the little
stream, eyeing it doubtfully; it wouldn’t be the first time he’d
approached cool, flirting liquid only to find it bitter on the
tongue and stinging to the lips. He took a hank of rawhide from his
battered deerskin pouch and wrapped it around his left hand. The
hand had no real strength left but he was always the pragmatic
sort. If the choice was get water or leave his wounded hand be,
well, what choice was there, really? He knelt beside the stream,
then with a wary eye on the rock strewn trail ahead, rested his
weight on the injured hand. Bright, white pain flashed across his
mind, momentarily clouding his vision, then he settled in for what
must be. He had to have the water, he had no skins in which to
carry it, he dare not take his eyes off the trail and its myriad of
ambush coves and clefts, and so he must, like Gideon’s warriors,
raise the water to his parched lips with his good hand. When he had
drunk all he dared lay upon his uneasy stomach, he drowned the
screams of his poor hand in the cool spring water. He felt his
strength wax, refreshed by the first clean water he had encountered
in nearly two days, and decided to test his queasy stomach with a
little of his wasting rations. He held the jerk between his teeth,
and with an unconscious ease, lopped off a fair piece with his
knife. He dared not rest here, not in this place of shadows and
ghosts, but how far until the next water? He did not know, but knew
from experience it would likely be far. His quarry would surely
rest as well! He must! He’s only a man, after all! Isn’t
he?
It was here in the cleft of a rock, that the gunslinger would
rest, feet drawn up to his chest, with the worn sandalwood grip of
one of his ancient revolvers gripped naturally in his good right
hand. It was an uneasy peace he made with sleep. But exhaustion was
as much his enemy as the man in black whom he doggedly
pursued.
Somewhere ahead, on the drifting wind, a soft, girlishly high
voice said, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” and tittered
softly.
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Visit these caches for clues:
Empress by Empress Luci
In the Rough 2.0, by Tuck Sackett
No Way 1 by Riskit323
Kingdom of Skullbonia by West TN Dawg
1st County Settlement by pcsenn
Déjà vu by Spencersb
Garrett Lake II by Titansfan
Mountain Bike Trail by -boatman-
Lake View by Chibongo
Wishing Well by JBGreer & Mackheath
Firestone by MFDFirecam
Osprey Nest Platforms by Canadian Bear, Hoot Owl, &
Spencersb
Up a Creek Up the Wolf, by Gibbenator, Hoot Owl, &
Spencersb
Pinson Mounds by Bartster
PLEASE EVERYONE BE CAREFUL!!!
As reported in the logs, there are creeks, ditches, gullies and
holes near the cache. Remember, it is all in the
approach.......