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Colonel H. George Cachington

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  1. So a gathering this week in the States, did you say? Where I'm likely to see metal treasures displayed? Near the Great Salt Lake, a few days I could spend, By all means, I am game! I shall surely attend! I've once been to Utah, on a roadie through the West. Oh what wondrous vistas! Your land has been blessed! From the arches near Moab, to the towers of Bryce. To see these once more, dare I even think twice? No matter at all that the time is so short, Let me query to find us a means of transport. I've given a ring to my planner just now, Good Gerta, she's been a most helpful old frau. One needs a good friend such as she in a pinch, She'll arrange my itinerary, and be done in a cinch! Not a once has she quibbled at my impulsive ways, I'll be off in a whirlwind, in a matter of days! On the subject of impulse, I would tend to expect, That this venue of coins has a wealth to collect. Some shiny and polished, some tattered and worn. Much akin to the one my dragoncrest does adorn. Oh dear, I've been daft, and I've now realized, That this tired old sod won't be at all recognized. However shall you spot me in that large-scale soiree? Just look for my dragoncrest, and you'll know straight away! And so I must pack up and prepare for my outing, Programme my device and then follow the routing! I'll look forward to adventures to add to my journal, Do be sure to stop by and shake hands with the Colonel! HGC
  2. Now that I have told you of my copper coin's start, I would fancy to hear how folks came to this art. I'm simply enthused to learn more of this thing! This modern-day reach for the fabled brass ring. As I comb through this forum, note a common desire, 'Tis a passion for metal, to behold and acquire. Geocoins, as you call them, are indeed then a treasure! Their value determined by individual measure. What brought you to seek them? Just why are you here? Do start up a dialogue and I'll lend you my ear. Despite my esprit, there's no requirement to rhyme, And please, by all means, don't feel threatened by mine! Please do not be shy, and do not feel inept. For in my high regard, your responses are kept. What types of these coins do most seem to prefer? Are there gathering spots where this lot does confer? HGC
  3. Good mornings and evenings to those near and abroad, I would fear that my poetry had been taken as odd. Since my youth, I've enjoyed jotting notes down in prose, I have found it quite jaunty and fun I suppose. Nonetheless, previously, I had planted the seed, To report on the origin of my coppers indeed. But in order to properly fathom the pith, I shall first give a bit of my history, herewith. As you may know, I travel the world in my quest, To make known the unknown, putting rumours to rest. When I learn of a happening pertaining to myth, I shall spring into action and set off forthwith! I investigate mysteries, legends and lore. Seek out destinations to bravely explore. I've uncovered treasures gone for years undetected, And had run-ins with beasties that were quite unexpected! I maintain a journal, on my travels around, It's at sixes and sevens, but it's solidly bound. Some pages are tattered, and the ink has bled through, Yet despite all the wear, every entry is true. My tales may astonish, amaze and impress, Or be branded as crap! I'd expect nothing less! For I fully expect to be doubted and slurred, But I'll go to the grave knowing all that occurred. Now enough of my work, I shall move to explain, Of these dragon-crest coppers, I've come to obtain. They were gifts from a fellow whom I've known all my life. In fact, he's the sod, introduced my first wife! My oldest chum, Nigel, is a mischievous bloke. He's the sort who will ask for, then snuff out your smoke! Nigel often pokes fun of my hapless bad luck, And the events of one day have resounded and stuck. It was spring of last year, when a rumour got 'round, That some old Roman coins were have said to been found. Seems a farmer unearthed a small lot down by Horsham, And he claimed that a "creature" had made off with his fortune. I'd been gathering evidence, and from all my research, I was certain of the place to best start up a search. Later that afternoon, I set off straightaway, And arrived on location at the end of the day. For an account of what transpired, I'll provide you this *link* You can see for yourself why I'd taken to drink! And so, now you know what my work is about, I'd certainly expect that you're still left with doubt. After that perfectly miserable experience near Southwater, Nigel commissioned "The Treasure" through a mate of his daughter. He said "George, you shall have all of your loot nonetheless!", Such a dadgum clever lark that I've sworn to redress! And so now you know how those coins came to be, They're a treasure of sorts, borne of tomfoolery. I'll return once again to share more from my journal, But for now, an adieu, from your good friend, the Colonel. HGC
  4. No need to be cheeky, or for violence, Guv. The goal is precision. No need for a shove. But if you've got a spare, that'd truly be swell, I'd hope you could place one up Rooney's as well.
  5. Cor blimey! I say! What a smashing salute! It seems that indeed, this lot favours the loot! Such heartfeat helloes for a gobsmacked old bean? I am honoured to enter your geocoin scene! To Eartha, Delighted to meet you my dear, Your name would suggest our most beloved sphere? Oh goodness, I do beg you accept my regret! I've twaddled, without introduction of yet! George Cachington here. I am pleased to acquaint, Me mum, she did name me for her patron saint. I'm a seeker of sorts, and I travel the globe, My work does intend to enquire and probe. Not long ago learned of your clandestine sport, I was naturally drawn, as the curious sort. This caching, I'd heard, was a seeking activity, To which, I indeed, have a hearty proclivity! And so, I have dabbled in trying your game, And found that our goals are quite often the same. My recording of conquests does outwardly lack, But I've often encountered a beastie attack! Gadzooks! My dear Toojin, that indeed is my copper! But I'm gormless to how and to where I did drop her! How ever did you find that? I am truly aghast. Shall I tell you the story of how they came to be cast? I could ramble and pester for hours upon end, But you'll find I may titillate ears for a bend. Pray tell, my new mates, would you ask for removal? For I shan't run my gob without first your approval. HGC
  6. Happy to hear from an honest transporter! 'Tis essential for travellers to lie in safe quarter. Some knick knacks are precious, or given in kind. One may not quite realise the treasure they find! And in speaking of treasure, I've a fondness indeed. But my wanderlust is by no means driven by greed! I've a particular fancy for the currencies of old, Be they pieces of eight, or medallions of gold. When perusing this website, when first I did join, I saw mention of travellers in the form of a coin. Since my queries here are not stimulating much, Perhaps coins are favoured over trinkets and such? HGC
  7. Please pardon my wonder, and rambling on, I've been out of touch, and entirely withdrawn. After a thorough degree of browsing about, Perhaps my naiveté brought some lack of clout? I'm simply curious to query the thoughts of this lot, For it's peculiar to think what one'll do in a spot. Do you move "bugs" along with unwavering respect? Or must you fight off the urge to keep and collect?
  8. I'm rather new to these forums of digital talk, But I've been prattling on since before I could walk. My colleagues informed me of this place on the 'net, Where one can ship odds-and-ends off to Tibet? These "bugs", as you call them, can be plastic or wood? Or cast in a metal, so as I understood? And these feature a code that may track their locale? Which are registered by hiders and seekers, et al.? Amazing, I say! What a splendid advance! Perhaps I'll employ this when posting to France. I shall straightaway gather some interesting things, Like the wombat's tooth I chanced upon near Alice Springs. I've rolled up a trove of such baubles and whatnots, That my study's untidy. Now I'll clear a few spots! I would hope that my ramblings are not taken as queer, I shall check back again, when my head's gotten clear. HGC
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