And Lo, the mighty hunters did travel up the hill,
Using their trusty 4 X 4, as the morning fog was still.
More capable than most vehicles, to aid them on their quest
To reach their destination, and raid the treasure chest.
The pair of men went searching, and to their delight they found
A rectangular shaped ammo-can, nestled snugly in the ground.
The boulders were removed, anon, and in the twinkling of an eye
A glint of yellow caught the sun, as waves of joy swept by
The two-inch, die-cast metal prize, was more pure than any gold,
And the elation that the cachers shared was wondrous to behold
They claimed their bounty, signed the log, and went their merry way,
To find another Special Jeep, somewhere else that very day
And as the sun crept slowly up, behind the mountain top
The cachers took a GPSr to plan their next Jeep Stop
This story now must find its end, for we've promises to keep
Next time we climb a rock that high, I'd rather have a Jeep.