This cache exists for the sole purpose of proving one point that folks from Maine have known for decades...
"You can't get there from here".
That phrase can be overheard by people unfortunate enough to be in earshot of the poor sucker who uttered it 300 yards in any direction from this cache save for one small patch of obscure overgrown "path" leading more or less to GZ. If you are not on a trail, you'll need an airlift to get to this place. I am certain that the CO has a mental disorder and should undergo aggressive psychotherapy as soon as he is caught. If you find this cache, you better hope your path out is not suddenly blocked by a carnivorous creature. There is no other way out... you're a goner!
Seeking this cache in a large group is highly advised. The noise keeps the wild things at bay and there is usually someone slower than you who will entertain them should they be hungry enough to pursue. Such was the case on this night when 9 brave souls and a k9 thwarted the forces of nature and prevailed against the diabolic devices of the CO and discover that which was hidden so many ages ago.
Cheers stalwart men (and dog)! And thanks Bob & Jill for your diligence in maintaining this cache for so long. This example being a baseline for comparison, I am glad to discover that your hiding skills have improved over the years. Now can I interest you in a game of chess?