Tib's "flashlight" was clearly more of a GPS jammer as he had my GPSR spinning in circles at what should have been an easy find... after coming to my senses, I heard this muffled cry coming from under the very boulder I was standing on top of to get a better signal on the Droid. I hopped down to find him fiendishly plotting the overthrow of the GPS constellation. I quickly grabbed him from the cache and am bringing him to the home of 2 SOPS who fly our precious GPS system. I will find him a nice new home somewhere in Colorado Springs or the surrounding area.