Do yo' knows Billy Joe? He
was born an' raised on th' trailer park no'th of highway 54. He
only went t'skoo fo' one year, then lef' two wawk one his Pappy's
farm Ballahick, dawgone it. He'd start at seven, wawk fo' nine
hours ev'ry day, an''d drive to th' Farmers Arms ev'ry evenin'. As
this hyar was jest a few miles away he c'd haf a real hideful,
drive his pickup truck back t'th' trailer park then be ready fo' an
early start th' next mo'nin'.
One night, havin' imbibed a
bit mo'e Colt than no'mal Billy Joe had taken th' wess road back
home t'avoid th' po-lice. He managed t'git home in reco'd time,
despite drivin' off th' road at high speed whilst examinin' some of
his neighbo's' crops in th' mooonlight.
He was runnin' purdy late - in fack it was four thirty eight by
th' time he made it back t'th' park. As noted by th' juntleman of
th' law who was waitin' fo' him at th' entrance! Shet mah
mouth!
Th' officer swaggered up
t'Billy Joe's window. "Whut in tarnation chew been drivin' so fast
fo' fella? Yo' a-gonna a fire? Let me see yer license, boy." It
turns out thet Billy Joe's ribald sin'in' had offended a
high-rankin' gummit official who was havin' a quiet beer in th' bar
- he was stayin' in th' motel opposite. Yo'll knows th' place,
number seven-six-eight. So th' official had tipped off th'
po-liceman an' axed t'have Billy Joe arrested fo' drink
drivin'.
Billy Joe spat out his
tobacco and han'ed on over th' license, protestin' thet he didn't
haf time fo' this, he'd done nothin' wrong an' he had th' hogs
t'slop befo'e he went t'bed, cuss it all t' tarnation.
While th' officer radioed
in th' details, Billy Joe set t'packin' th' possums fum th' truck's
cab into a sack. Shet mah mouth!
Th' officer felt he'd done his duty an' warn't bothard about
makin' th' arrest. He sar thet he might be able t'gain fum th'
situashun, howevah. "Hey fella, yo' got enny of them possums gwine
spare an' ah might jest let yo' hoof it now".
Billy Joe said "Guess how
menny is in th' sack an' yo' kin haf both..."! Fry mah
hide!
An easy walk centred around the Farmers Arms, a Redneck bar in
the back country of St Johns. There may be a little mud near the
final cache, but the going is mostly good and flat (even in the wet
season).
Expect to walk just under two miles. Note that there is a small
path from the main track to the final cache.
Please refrain from driving your truck up and down the lanes,
and don't fire shots in the air when you see animals
nearby.
To avoid disappointment, study the cache description
carefully before setting off. My advice is to take the description
along with you, (plus hints and any spoiler pictures you consider
useful) as you may realise when you're on the trail that some
preparation was needed. But if you have all this information there
should be no difficulty with the few twists you encounter.
Once you work out where to go, you can hardly miss the first
(micro) cache, as it's quite big, in full view right at the side of
a popular path and not camouflaged or disguised at all. It has a
large Geocaching sticker on it, just in case you still aren't sure.
There is another micro to find after this: then you'll have the
coordinates for the final box. There is no need to climb any fence
on the way. The cache contains several pick-up trucks and US items:
see if you can bring along some Redneck swaps!