Current at 11/6/2011 (Online waypoint URL) You have already found this cache! Master Index    Nearest Caches Fishing Stories by Tromelin adopted by 1Q4J (1.5/1.5) N49° 52.470  W97° 14.610 (WGS84) UTM  14U   E 626207  N 5526157 Use waypoint: GC21CJ6 Size: Other    Hidden on 11/25/2009 In Manitoba, Canada Difficulty:     Terrain:                       This time I really hid the big one. Countless hours of fighting to get the cache to work. It's a 20 Gallon, no 30 gallon container. It's the largest cache I've ever seen, must be at least 40 gallon container. It's not even camoed, it's bright orange! At around 50 gallons, it was really heavy to lift. Hope you have fun fishing this cache out.

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7/5/2010 by Kabuthunk
Man, I gotta tell you... this cache put up a fight. Upon getting out of the car, I heard the ominous rumblings of thunder in the distance. Slowly... surely... a storm was brewing.

With only scant minutes before the onslaught began, I headed into the bushes. At that point... the mosquitoes seemed to have detected the oncoming rain and had come out of their hiding spots looking for a snack. Or something, I'm not sure. One way or another, they were out in the droves. And here I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt . Now normally, mosquitoes for some bizarre reason seem to naturally avoid me if there's absolutely anyone else around for them to go after. They'll always bypass me and head for another target.

However, today being Monday afternoon prior to any workplaces letting out, said other target did not exist. With me being the only source of food as far as the eye could see (or at least their eyes), they immediate set out to drain me of every last drop of blood in my body. The second I stopped, there must have been at least 10 mosquitoes that would land on any given exposed limb. I had to constantly swipe my hands over my arms and legs to at least force them to restart their drinking. If they're going to drink from me, they're going to have to WORK for it .

So after swiping another 15 mosquitoes off of my arm, I headed down a dirt path that went steeply towards the river's edge. I ended up taking a bit of a detour and walked a bit away from the cache down a nonexistent path. Naturally, the mosquitoes followed me. As I had to stop to turn around, I took a moment to swipe the 25 mosquitoes that had landed on each of my limbs. I quickly found my way back down a path going in the right direction, and soon realized that my initial path had been incorrect to begin with. Having to head basically back the way I had come from the get-go, I was now stuck with a significantly slower walk trying to get uphill without sliding down. Of course, the mosquitoes seized upon this position, and I had yet another 45 mosquitoes draining blood from my limbs.

However, luck decided to throw me a bone at this time. As I scrambled my way up the slope, my eyes happened upon... something unexpected. Could that be... the cache?!? Given the name of the cache, I couldn't see it being anything else! Stopping to reach for the cache, I grabbed it with one hand, while swiping another 60 mosquitoes from my leg. In the meantime of course, another 70 had landed on my other leg. And the arm currently retrieving the cache found itself with still another 125 mosquitoes on it.

Swiping the swarm off of me, I quickly retrieved the log. Attempting to swat and write at the same time is nigh-impossible, so I just sat still for about 10 seconds while I wrote my name and the date as fast as my fingers could move. After dropping a micromail ball and the logbook back into the cache, I closed it up and replaced it from whence it came. Swiping another 200 mosquitoes from each arm and leg, I quickly made my way out of the bushes. I found myself heading back to the car with the drizzle beginning. So having to walk through a deluge which must have been adding 2, no 4 inches of water onto the ground with each passing minute, it didn't slow down the 1200 mosquitoes that had followed me towards the car. And the water which had now reached my knees had actually dropped that number but a half! No, three quarters! Before the rain began, there was probably about 5000 mosquitoes with my name on them.

So wading through the water up to my waist, I crawled into the car through a window that I smashed open to avoid flooding it, and drove away. Thankfully the car was heavy enough to not be washed away by the water that was lapping up onto the windshield! Also, the motor and all mechanical parts were clearly only working by an act of god himself .

Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry, 15 pints of blood, and micromail ball