Once upon a time, there was a little old Polish lady who loved to cache. It became an obsession with her, and she would do anything to gain numbers and get those FTFs. Anything.... She even entertained thoughts of MURDER! When an over-zealous amphibian got in her way, she thought nothing of stepping on him. If a sneaky reptile had the audacity to sign a log book before her, she would double her efforts to be first at the next published cache. God forbid if a certain cacher with a New York accent might step to the front of the line! "Ty Kurwa" the old hag would scream in frustration. One night, after being the bridesmaid at 3 separate caches, our dubious heroine ran into another notorious night cacher and the local hero faction of a caching team affectionately known as Team Stubby. The old crone confided that she felt like she needed to rid herself of a few "thorns in her side". She wondered if the local hero and his sidekick might want to assist her in the dirty deed. "Oui" replied local hero, but in his mind, he was preparing to rat on the old crone. Together with other members of his team, local hero furtively followed the little old Polish lady to a newly launched cache high in the Brandon hills. Just as the the jaded harpy was reaching up to retrieve the FTF, she lost her footing, and fell from the cliff to her death below. Was her death accidental or was she pushed - we'll never know for sure. On a quiet summer evening, her broken cackle can still be heard echoing through the hills. Poor little old Polish lady... because of an unsavory past, as well as the unseemly way that she met her demise, she was not deemed fit for burial with her ancestors... her grave is a solitary one... outside the cemetery fence. Take heed, cachers, that you don't meet the same fate as the little old Polish lady. You may pay your respects to her at her graveside. Lay a flower, shed a tear..... sign a log.
THREE-LEAFED PLANT AROUND THE CACHE IS NOT POISON IVY |
5/21/2007 by Kabuthunk
Second Birds Hill park cache of the day for me. Man... y'know, on a zoomed-out map of the park, it looks like there's a lot of caches that can easily be obtained.
For the record... none of them are very close to eachother . Decided (against my better judgement) to bike through the fairly rough field from JPII cache pretty much straight to this one. But hey, I discovered that there appears to be some kind of... scounts, or some other group's obstacle course in that field. Stuff to climb over, under, etc, etc. I was almost tempted to play around on some of it... but I didn't know if that'd be frowned upon, so I passed .
When I got to the cache location, I came across Peter and Gloria (of whom I found a cache placed by them just prior to this one). I had already made the find, and they wandered in and we chatted for a bit. The logbook was signed by all, and we went our seperate ways. Oh, didn't come to mind at the time... but Peter/Gloria, if you want my personal TB number to "discover" me, just lemme know .
Cool location for the cache though, and even more creative way of hiding it. I likes, I likes .
Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry and chainmail ball
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Murder is a grave matter - heehee!