ProfSensei

Issure 2 'Elementary Cache' (GCVA0V) TB27AB4 dropped off 11-27-09 at the Middle is Missing GC1FRHG. Part I the Destin Chronicles – Alabama Elementary Chapter I – prologue I sleazily awaken wondering where I was. The room was dark with slats of light beaming into my brain with blaring clarity. My dry mouth and cool slick sheen covering my body reminding me of the day and evening abuses before as the bounding chorus of anvils decrescendo to a slow rhythmic dull welling ache as I tired to focus on a thought that kept playing over and over in my pounding head. “The Alabama Elementary had to make it to the hole on time”. As I glance around in short slit eye glimpses, I noticed I had stumbled myself into another downtrodden dank out of the way buck twenty an hour hotel. There was the feel of air warm and humid with the moldy musty smell that can only be associated with a seaside town blowing from the wheezing over worked AC window unit. I wish death would come and relieve me of this pain in my head as I stumbled to the bathroom to apply water to my face and see if a sip would settle my hurling stomach. As I continued my stumble to the kitchenette I uttered "what a dump", to see if there was any hope of a coffee ground lying around to make a cup of Joe, I noticed a person on the other side of the bed. Wondering who she was I noticed. Humph, not bad looking for an early morning party broad. Then I noticed, that’s not a party broad, that’s FotoBabe! Somehow she had weaseled her way into this case and was here with me. From pass cases I knew she was here cause I needed her help. Good! This might be an interesting case after all. The Alabama elementary is a Travel Bug (6FWF77) with a Crimson Tide poker chip attached. I had discovered on an earlier case in Jacksonville. Stamped on one side of the bug is an ominous black widow looking spider and on the other side an alpha numeric label. I had stumble onto a similar clue on another case I had a few months ago. I knew that I could use a new high tech device to search a secret digital warehouse and obtain cryptic information about the mission of this clue. I had hit the jackpot, Lady Luck and gold. “The Alabama elementary had to make it home.” Yeah! If I was Crimson Tider and found myself in the heart of gator land I would want to beat a hasty retreat back where I can from also. This case was getting elementary. Chapter 2 - Seeking the Hole. Talking about sleazy eatery’s, what kind of place would have a “Hole” in their title? We arrived in the “Beast” my four wheel Silverado truck at ten am. Thank god I had taken my last few bucks from my last case and gotten the Beast’s” air conditioner fixed. The sun was so bright it cut like lasers through my Harley Davidson’s prescription sun glasses reminding me that one day I would have to get my act together better during the holiday season and not continue to take my misery about my lousy, lonely lifestyle out on myself. Now I knew why I had dragged FotoBabe along, I needed a decoy to stand in line and distract the muggle clientele while I started searching for the “Middle”. It was a piece of cake. I spotted it immediately with the general fix from my iphone. FotoBabe and I decided to eat first then I would let her practice her GPS skills. Unexpectedly the food was great and we recommend a visit to this eatery. FotoBabe found it just as quickly and make me go through the white sticky mud. Sometimes you do not get to finish a case with a face on it and this was one of those times. But, I have kept my promise and finished this case and I now consider it closed. Another case with a satisfactory ending but little profit so goes the life of Detective ProfSensei. Yet, the “Gas Girl” still lingers in my case files. Caching you later, ProfSensei

Geo Caching Detective ProfSensei and the GasGirl. Episode one. It was one of those early fall days the air was humid and sun hung heavy on Nov 6th, the day before in 1917 the Bolsheviks seize power in the Russian Revolution Vladimir Lenin seizes power from the Tsarist regime in a coup d'etat. Widespread starvation and catastrophic military failure in the First World War left Russia ripe for revolt. Tsar Nicholas II was forced to abdicate on 15th March 1917 and an ineffectual provincial government was established in his place. Contemptuous of what the revolution had accomplished thus far, Lenin returned from exile in Switzerland to spark his Bolshevik revolutionaries culminating in the coup of 7th November. But that’s history daydreaming. I need to stay focus and get back to the story. The temperature was 77 degrees and dropping fast in the late afternoon. My head was throbbing from the 12 stitches I had put in my forehead yesterday from too much fun in the sun as a youth. As my thoughts shushed through the pounding aches in my head, I was on my way home and a though surfaced slowly. “Fine a Geocache, its Friday and you are ahead of schedule the voice whispered quietly. Being a individual inspired by temptation, I quickly whip out my iPhone and geo searched the area. Ahh! Just my luck, there are a multitude of caches all around me just waiting for my name to be added to their logs. I quickly zero in on a couple and snatched then up uneventful but foa a new smiley on the my geo website. I hit a foul ball on one and noticed that my head had kicked up to high gear screaming hurt as the phone rang and the boss was calling asking where was I and when would I be home? I noticed that I was pushing the clock on starting the weekend and needed to start home. I figured the highway at 5pm on Friday would be extremely crowded and decided to sneak down Route 1 Philips highway. I was cruising briskly when the siren sweetie sang, “Gas Girl next left”. NO! I had to keep going, I needed to beat the boss home or there was hell to pay this evening. But the singing was getting louder or was it my GPS pinging me to the cache? I could not control myself the siren had me in her full grips. I bucked the traffic to get across the three lanes to cross over into the Fuelman lot. A few horns and fingers later I made it and the GPS let me drive right up to the spot. I read the description “The usual”; humph! I looked around and had a good idea but decided that with my brains scrambled and distracted by the boss calling I read the hint. “It’s what you think” another hump! I knew I had this one pegged and would relieve me of the sinking pit in my stomach over missing the last cache not found. Without any further thought, I jump out of the beast (my pickup) leaving the motor running. This was a sure bet. Be home before the boss and act like I had been there for hours. I jumped to the light post and lifted up the cover. OUCH! Ouch again. Oh s***! Without looking, I had stumbled into a sand burr patch. Oh no! No cache! Ouch again. I jump back to the asphalt. Burrs all over my legs and IDOIT I had on sandals. I try brushing them off with my hand. Not only was my head hurting but now my feet and hands. OUCH! I stop and through what a wimp! I look in the truck and found a neoprene eyeglass case. It worked wonders on the burrs. The burrs like the case better than me and they quickly attached themselves to the case. Not so bad I was thinking. But where was the cache? Being the famous legend in my own mine with a whopping 65 fines, geo caching detective ProfSensei, I knew I could not let this one get away. I looked at the light pole; I looked at the burrs lying around the ground. If I jump high and come straight down near the poll I could squash the burrs to the ground and be able to search again. Another wonderful idea full of crap as I landed and the burrs jumped up to meet me. Ouch, ouch ouch! This is neither fun, nor smart and to add insult to injury there was no cache inside, up under or around the poll. A loud voice in my head screamed “Jump back stupid!” as once again I leap higher than any 55 year old white man should be able too. Again I rush cursing to the truck to grab the sunglass case to scrap off the burrs. I leaned against the truck as the Fuel Girl kept enticing me to try again. “Come on big boy” I’m here somewhere. Find me and I am yours.” The phone rings and it’s the boss! I shyly look over to where I think Gas Girl is hidden and think, “Not today Gas Girl, Not today!” As I hang up the phone and climb back up into the truck, my head banging with the pulling stitches, I again buck the traffic with a few horns and fingers and make it across the three lanes onto the highway. As I head off into the sunset a song goes through my mind. I am singing “Gas Girl the weekends not over. Next time I will be prepared and have my boots, gloves and poking stick. I will be back, I will be back”. ProfSensei - caching you later!

ProfSensei - another boring label. Prof -Professor of Digital Media at FSCJ. Sensei - is my title at the college's Tang Soo Do karate club.