I'd heard of this magical ammo can trophy, and even seen pictures of it, but had never seen it in person until today. Would that I'd seen you in person so you could show it off and tell me all about it.
For others reading this, I'd like to tell you a story about this auctnr guy. He and I lived close to each other for the duration of our co-geocaching days. We met at the first CITO I ever attended, at Old Alton Bridge, and subsequently ran into each other at various and sundry finds around the area. Our offspring attended the same high school, and during one fruitful football season, our families kept accidentally staying at the same hotels during playoffs, and we ran into each other at breakfast every time. My husband and his wife smiled as they listened to us regale each other with stories of: "I searched for 30 minutes" and "That tree climb really winded me" and "After an hour, I realized that I'd solved the puzzle incorrectly."
But back to the story... living in close proximity to auctnr meant that you really had to be on your toes if you wanted to FTF a cache before he did. Especially since, for a while at least, his workday began later than most people's-- as did mine. This one time, not at band camp, he got me by a good 10 hours; the cache published at night, and, wouldn't you know it, the man decided he'd just bypass his house on his way home from work and head out to try and find GC6CZ8C. Which I did not know until the following day AFTER I found the cache for myself.
Definition of "being 'neered" = finding a cache that has not yet been logged online and thinking that maybe, just MAYBE, you've managed to get the coveted FTF this time, only to unroll the log and discover, surprise freakin' surprise, that it's already been signed with the letters a-u-c-t-n-r. DagNABbit.
Go to my log for GC6CZ8C dated 3/10/2016. Go 'head and just read that, and be sure you click the link to see the picture I took during the process. I was slogging out through the muck to that cache on that fine, if somewhat overcast, morning, just KNOWING that auctnr couldn't POSSIBLY have gotten there before me. Maybe grampabob, maybe QuadWrays, maybe even blackjack59, but surely auctnr wouldn't have come out here in the middle of the night to wade through inches of water in the dark in his work clothes. I finally made it to the tree, found the cache, and triumphantly unrolled the log...
...only to discover that I was, in fact, WRONG. DagNABbit. 'Neered again.
I texted auctnr and laughingly, but admittedly still begrudgingly, congratulated him on the FTF and chided him for failing to, once again, log the find online in a timely manner. I felt smugly better when he texted back that he'd honestly forgotten to log this one because 1. he'd gotten home so late and 2. he'd gotten in trouble with his wife for ruining ANOTHER pair of dress shoes, because the ick that I'd plodded through wasn't as bad as the ick that he'd plodded through the night before. I'm pretty sure he said he had to take those pants to the cleaners, too. We both agreed that he deserved that.
Auctnr, you were one of The Good Guys. I appreciate our friendly banter and companionship. You will be missed. So long, and thanks for all the caches.