One fine June day, I decided I had been a couch potato too long, just going after the easy caches. So I decided to tackle a long mountain cache. I went up to the trailhead and started up to the 6,000+’ cache. On the way, I came across a scruffy, lean, middle aged, bearded man carrying a hunting rifle. He said he could hear me a mile away and I probably scared all the game away. We introduced each other and he informed me his name was Kris (Krash) Kasherson. I asked him what was in season he said “nothing, but my elk meat ran out and it was time to renew his larder. He asked me what I was doing up so high making so much noise and I told him about geo-caching and invited him to join me as we were close to the cache. He was immediately hooked. We cached a lot after that, but Krash scorned trails and like to take the direct route, bushwhacking all the way. He thought it saved steps. Krash was the true North Idaho, Red Neck. He was an avid hunter and fisherman and thumbed his nose at all regulations thinking they did not apply to him. He said God had a place for all animals-right between his mashed potatoes and green beans. He became a great friend and cacher but had a real short fuse when it came to his temper. It was this short fuse that did him in. Krash always said he wanted to go while fishing, hunting or geo-caching. We shared many great times in the woods finding the mountain caches. He thought the micros and caches that did not entail at least a 5 miles and 2,500’ elevation gain was for sissies. Since he lived in the hills with no electricity he could not log his finds and that is why no one has ever heard of Krash. Krash decided he would enter the Big Fish Derby at one of our local lakes to win the prize money. He told me his plan. Krash said he would fish two weeks early and then hide his biggest fish until the last weigh-in day. Even the best of plans go astray. After fishing 14 hours a day for a week, Krash had no luck landing a Big One. Every day he got madder and madder seeing that Prize slip through his fingers. Plan B, evolved one day while he was fishing. He came back to the lake at two in the morning and started to dynamite for fish. And a short fuse did him in. Parts of a boat were found but no body parts. So ends the story of Krash Kasherson. It looked like Krash got his wish; he went while fishing for that Big One. I lost a good friend but I toast him every time I crack a cold one.
**Congratulations to Greenthumb and Tweetie for being the First to Find!**
**Adopted by Poke'Frog on 6-16-11. This cache was placed by The Hobbler in 2005, but he asked me to adopt it when he decided to get out of geocaching.**
***Now adopted by Blue Meanie