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Found it Cuddlefish found Hmscherlic Speaks

Friday, March 12, 2010British Columbia, Canada

I would like to dedicate this find to Jr Fish's Bear Bear.

This was the cache I had chosen for number 800 (except technically it is 801, but let's overlook that.)

We arrived close to GZ nervous, but not too worried, after all the terrain up to that point had been gentle and the light rain was refreshing. However, things turned freaky quickly after that. Firstly, the terrain changed. There is no true measure of the challenge the terrain provided. As soon as I had remarked to Hollyburn that this was most definitely a terrain of 1.5, 2 tops, a giant sinkhole appeared a few metres away. The rain, which was virtually unnoticeable beforehand suddenly increased dumping massive buckets of water upon us. With an unfortunately bad step we slid on our bums into the sinkhole. Hollyburn and I had each been holding Jr. Fish's hands and so all three of us tumbled down. Ugh! I'd like to say we fell on mud, but it wasn't. It was dark brown and red and smelled of .... well I'm not sure how to describe that smell. It was earthy and fresh, but horrible and overpowering all at once. I looked around in the dark and my eyes focused on something in the distance. We took a step and felt the crunch of bone beneath our feet. It was then I realised - we were in Hmsherlic's lair and the thing I could see, was Hmsherlic himself.

He (she?) stared at us, with his teeth fully bared. We were some distance away, but the stench of that breath and the horror of those glowing yellow eyes penetrated my soul. The beast's eyes looked down between Hollyburn and I, at the small child between us. He motioned towards him. Jr Fish, petrified by the monster hid behind my legs. This made Hmsherlic furious. Past the creature, we could see the exit to the sinkhole - a nice gentle tree lined incline. He saw that we saw the way out and moved his massive body to block our escape. Again he beckoned at the four year old, and the saliva dripped from his mouth. Hollyburn and I realised what he was saying at this point. Give me the boy, the tasty morsel, and you may make your escape.

Don't judge me, fellow cachers. You weren't there, you cannot know what you would have done in those circumstances. I would have offered myself up to the monster, but my flesh is too tough. And besides, who would have driven Hollyburn home? So looked down at my son. My beautiful Jr Fish; my caching buddy, the light of my life. I bent down and wept. I knew that Hmsherlic would not be satisfied unless he got what he wanted. However, I had underestimated the shrewdness of my companion Hollyburn. Just before I was about to pick up the boy and give him over to the beast, she grabbed the huge stuffed toy Jr. Fish carried everywhere with him and threw it at Hmsherlic. The monster grabbed at the bear eagerly. In the dim light he did not recognise the deception. We grabbed our stuff and each others' hands and as the fur and stuffing went flying, we raced past the giant beast and made our fortunate escape.

Only much later, back in the comfort of my home can I reflect on our lucky escape. Right now I am hugging Jr. Fish tightly. I'm not sure how we will get over this, but I see caching counselling in our future.

Thank you for the cache. :D

infoThis is the original cache type consisting, at a bare minimum, a container and a log book. Normally you'll find a tupperware container, ammo box, or bucket filled with goodies, or smaller container ("micro cache") too small to contain items except for a log book. The coordinates listed on the traditional cache page is the exact location for the cache.
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