Team Og Rof A Klaw

The White Urkel, who helped Mrs. Og get her Homesick Lumberjack bug to [its destination], will hopefully be joining us on Saturday, April 24, in central NJ, probably late in the day, for a bit of caching. Time and venue TBD. Please PM if you're interested. I've sworn off this board except for rare occasions. - Team Og. Edited by Moderator at the request of The White Urkel

Thanks for the nice word, but who said anything about going away? I'm just not going to waste energy polishing that which cannot be polished. At one time, I was giving serious thought at one point to volunteering my services here. Now there's no way in aitch-ee-double-hockeysticks. I moderated a mailgroup for fifteen years, and I know that the only reason people take on that kind of work is because they love doing it. I knew how to do it without ticking too many people off, a skill which does not seem to be appreciated in these fora (which is why there are an ever-more-burdensome body of rules and behavior control technology.) I do not want to sign up for any oligarchy. Instead, I'll put my energy where it will benefit me and what I believe in the most. Maybe I'll help to figure out a way to make opencaching work -- as long as I can make a profit from it. (And, BTW, where possible, I'll be giving any new caches I set one week lead time on the N-site in the interest of free trade and competition. Be there or be second to find! )

Not me... : Shattered the maraschino the other day by teasing the humorless, beginning with a minor infraction that others infracted w/o getting rapped. It was an interesting lesson on spiraling retaliation. With a little more professional handling, I'd probably have backed off; instead, Teacher got out the ruler and now that meter can stay red forever AFAIC. I've actually never seen the bloody warn meters any place but here, and I thought they were humiliating when they first came out. I'm on some of the gunnie boards too (THR, FFF, etc.), under a different alias, and it amazes me how they keep order with just as many members as Groundspeak and without the spiral of negative psychic energy, or warn meters either for that matter. Maybe because an armed society is a polite society. IIn any case, I gave it some thought, and decided that I have too little time left on earth to waste it in useless bboard squabbles.

Used to be on his homepage. The reason for the "Yum!" Dang, he changed the "Yum", too. Oh, well. Perhaps a clam...

Criminal: F-15 control stick. BrianSnat: squid.

Here is hoping she heals quickly Thanks for your concern. She's trying to stay off it for a while so we can hit some caches in NE PA this weekend.

I now know, and am able to prove, the true identity of NJ Admin. For the right price, I will reveal it, broadcast it, or suppress it. Arrangements have been made in the event of my death or disappearance. Good luck, and happy bidding!

Depends on what you want to do with it. I have the U.S. Topo. IIRC, the Legend is a mapping unit so it should be good for that. Main drawback to the U.S. Topo is that the unit doesn't have memory enough to store topo information for the whole country. There are also National Parks East and National Parks West topos, which have more detail but less coverage area.

Not too well, though. We missed one of Brian's because someone (who shall remain nameless if not blameless) buried it under rocks, contrary to what the sheet indicated.

Good idea actually. No reason not to do that! No reason to do it, either. Unless you're using a honking big magnet, it wouldn't swing a compass needle over more than a few feet.

Team K-9: 106 posts? That's a pretty loud lurk! Good luck spiking the cache density! - Team Og.

Same goes for Garmin. The formats for transferring waypoints are somewhat standardized, but the maps are a different story.

Warning, geeky stuff: BTW, the Global Positioning System works by measuring the speed-of-light delay from the GPS satellites to your GPS receiver. Much of the inaccuracy comes from ionospheric delay, which varies enough to throw a GPSr off. Commercial stuff tries to compensate by simulating the delay and subtracting the simulated number from the satellite-to-receiver delay. High-end gear is able to receive another signal on a different band and get a more exact, direct delay measurement.

(Q1) Yup, it's normal. I've never had 5 foot accuracy. (It's possible on the fancy military units, but not on commercial grade stuff.) Q2) See (Q1). Enabling WAAS might help if you're in an area that it covers. (Q3) Garmin GPSMAP 76S. Seldom gets better than 20 feet. 30 feet is typical. HTH, - Team Og.

Oh, re the avatar -- log out and then back in. That forces the forums box to update the avatar from the gc.com database box. RK: Seconded.

Well, it's not in the same category as some of the above, but Mrs. Og sprained her foot on the stairs today. So we didn't get to go for a walk. Much less seek a cache.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land; Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand. With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map, I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap On the screen were new logs waiting to be read While visions of FTF danced in my head I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry, "But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!" As she turned away with a look of disgust, Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer! From the bushes aside arose such a clatter I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter. But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends. Were these park weirdos, Or a land-owner pair, Or maybe some cachers, Hiding a new one with some tender care ! Then all of a sudden, One pulled out his Glock! He stared at me suspiciously and asked, “haven’t you looked at a clock?” “Why, the hour is late, the snow is really falling,” he snickered evilly, “and I think your MOMMY is calling” "You've met unholy sin in this forest primeval! I am CO Admin! And I'm plain freakin' EVIL!" "So what do I do with all these broken McToys? I know! I'll wrap them and give them to the bad girls and boys." Then I heard him exclaim (though he sounded quite crocked): "Merry Chrishmash to all!" (Oh... this topic is locked.)"

A "Got Signal?" sweatshirt that I'd bought for Mrs. Og (which was too big for her, and she doesn't like sweatshirts anyway. )

I bring my wellies or hip waders unless they're really needed.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land; Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand. With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map, I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap On the screen were new logs waiting to be read While visions of FTF danced in my head I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry, "But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!" As she turned away with a look of disgust, Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer! From the bushes aside arose such a clatter I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter. But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends. Were these park weirdos, Or a land-owner pair, Or maybe some cachers, Hiding a new one with some tender care ! Then all of a sudden, One pulled out his Glock! He stared at me suspiciously and asked, “haven’t you looked at a clock?” “Why, the hour is late, the snow is really falling,” he snickered evilly, “and I think your MOMMY is calling” "You've met unholy sin in this forest primeval! I am CO Admin! And I'm plain freakin' EVIL!"

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land; Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand. With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map, I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap On the screen were new logs waiting to be read While visions of FTF danced in my head I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry, "But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!" As she turned away with a look of disgust, Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer! From the bushes aside arose such a clatter I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter. But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends. Were these park weirdos, Or a land-owner pair, Or maybe some cachers, Hiding a new one with some tender care ! Then all of a sudden, One pulled out his Glock! "Dammit (markwelled to Crim) I'll shoot off your Error 404: Page not found. Please report this to the local administrator.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land; Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand. With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map, I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap On the screen were new logs waiting to be read While visions of FTF danced in my head I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry, "But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!" As she turned away with a look of disgust, Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land; Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand. With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map, I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap On the screen were new logs waiting to be read While visions of FTF danced in my head I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry, "But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

I like navigation puzzles, because geocaching is all about navigation, after all! In our area, we have: The Cache Where YOU Are the GPS Radio Waves And a shameless plug for: Venus Unilateral Not a navigation puzzle, but still a good puzzle: Balderdash Not in our area, but they look like great navigation puzzles: Celestial Navigation Aerial Intelligence

Finding the cache should be a pleasant experience. So I'd have to say that location is number one for us. We ran into one yesterday that involved standing in traffic no fewer than five times. Hey, New Jersey is the Traffic State, and caching is what we do to get away from the traffic! Other turnoffs include wastelands (junkyards, sprawl, etc.) and useless treks through unpleasant terrain (brambles and other dense jungley growth). Putting the hide at a place where there's a good view, especially a view of something we wouldn't have seen otherwise, helps. The hide can enhance a cache with a good placement, but it can't make a good experience out of a bad placement.