AuntieWeasel

You might want to check with the owner, if he's still active. Sometimes, those laminated tags (and baggies) are added by well-meaning players who are not the owner. Not all bug owners care for them.

I'm very non-confrontational, so I might not do anything about it, but yeah -- it would bug me if I thought someone falsely logged my cache. It would be like someone's annoying dog humping my leg. Harmless, but...ew.

If you logged a steady one every five minutes without a break, it would take you over eight hours. That sounds like effort to me. Miserably unpleasant effort.

Maybe a dozen. And then only because I was caching with others. I never do that kind of thing on my own.

Somehow, nobody seems to like it when I call non-cachers "straights."

I had immunity all my life...until I didn't. Got a nasty case of something (the clump of stuff I stuck my hand in wasn't PI, I don't think) about a year before I left the States. Worse, it was hours before I showed serious symptoms, so I spread whatever it was all over. Not that I'm doing too great with stinging nettles in the UK. They grow everywhere here, I can't seem to remember what they look like, and I only have to brush against one to buy myself hours of ouch.

Great. Thanks. Now I have the Speed Racer theme running through my head. Welcome, Racer X!

They do not taste like chicken. Nor, do they cook like chicken. A good marinade for rattlesnake is wild orange juice. Add some port wine and some cracked pepper corns. Let soak for a day. Slow smoking is best, though you can cook them on a grill. Frying them is just a kwick way to ruin a bunch of meat. I like to serve them with some kind of starch, like mashed red potatoes, and some Caesar salad. Trace amounts of Hollandaise sauce add to the natural flavor. For your beverage selection, treat it like a red meat. A strong, heady French red does nice things for a palette during a rattlesnake dinner. Dipped in corn meal and pan-fried is pretty good, too. Taste and texture more like lobster than anything; translucent and stringy. Better if your mother doesn't wait for you to get a mouthful and then gleefully blurt, "say, this isn't bad FOR A SNAKE!" I grew up hiking around a highly snakey area and only ever saw the one alive. So I killed it. And my mom made me eat it. Mountain rattlers like the ones I grew up with in Tennessee are fat and shy.

One hundred caches. That's my answer, and I'm sticking to it.

Meh. A woman recently caught Lyme disease from a deer tick in Brede High Woods, near Rye. I read it in the paper. I was *so* happy to be moving away from Lyme disease. Looks like I celebrated too soon. And -- stinging nettles! I know we have them in the States, but they are everywhere in our corner of England. They don't actually do any damage, but it stings for hours afterwords and I canNOT seem to learn not to stick my stupid hand in a clump of them.

686 to 2. Two! Two, dammit! I have two! (I adopted out my two, and now my stats say zero, which is even more embarrassing). I really hate hiding.

If it's in the woods, I sit and rest and draw pictures in logbooks. That's when I see the most wildlife, probably because I've been sitting silently for a while.

I wouldn't mind a copy, John. Auntie at auntieweasel.com, thanks. I love that kind of thing. I have a suitcase full of correspondence between my grandparents in 1924, the year before they got married. It wasn't so much love letters, but it's a fascinating glimpse into ordinary life (including things like grocery receipts). One day, they and their friends played something very like caching -- where they ran all around the town finding written clues hidden by other friends. Rural Tennessee. I keep meaning to scan the stuff and put it online.

Yep. Pretty much.

Hooray! YOU WIN GEOCACHING!

I am an 'umble purveyor of t-shirts and other assorted merchandise, is all. If only the internet provided some way of linking one site to another. The line. I tiptoe up to it.

Don't tempt me...

Ask first. I used to collect archived caches that I suspected were abandoned (if you find them, you can log them!). Until that one owner who furiously accused me of stealing. He hadn't logged into GC for several years, the park his cache was in had banned caches two months previously and it was a six mile round trip hike. When I saw the email, I assumed he was writing to thank me. Hoo boy!

Mine too. He secretly enjoys caching, if I plan a nice day out in a pretty spot. But I take lots and lots of ragging about it. My first unit was a Legend and I loved it to bits. It took an absolute drubbing before I killed it, five or six hundred caches in. I drop stuff a lot. All GPS units have their bad hair days.

Yeah, what they said. There are likely to be tons of caches, wherever you are, so you can afford to be picky about what you hunt. Screening caches before I set out is a big part of a good caching day for me -- particularly since, like you, I really don't like searching for micros in public places. Full size caches in the park or woods, not too much of a hike (for the kids' sake). Stick to that for a while.

Hello and welcome! Don't worry -- the noob wears off fast.

This is a great one. People assume you're out doing community service and don't want to be anywhere near you A camera is a good cover, too.

Huh. You and I joined the forums on the same day, sTeamTraen. I don't know...you could argue I advertise their product and help sell trackable tags (you have to buy a tag from Groundspeak to use the number in other places). It's hard to see how that harms them more than it helps them. Or that they aren't harmed if I use the expression "trackable" but they are harmed if I describe it as a "bug."

Ha! I just got notification of your DNF on a cache of mine (Pandemic Park). I'd give you a nudge, but I adopted it out when I moved and don't know where the darn thing is now. I think it's still a full-sized cache, though, so that's a good place to start. The 'time to make the donuts' series is not great for beginners. It's a series of micros at Dunkies. Stumbling around not knowing what you're doing in a very high traffic place is bad noob mojo (well, it would be for me).

You don't have to be a jockey to know if a horse loses the race.