Hockeyhick

I love these puzzles, but my lack of knowledge in Harry Potter has me lost on stage 3...

Whew! Email sent for stage two...

Working on Stage 2 when I get home this evening...

Late... (I have to work to keep my family in the lap of luxury that they have grown accustomed to!) But, email sent!

Also... (From WIKI...) The wood from White Wax Wood (presumably Ligustrum lucidum) saplings has been prized in China for thousands of years. It is an ideal material from which to fashion staffs, spear shafts, and walking sticks, because it is tough, hard and flexible and can absorb shock without breaking. However, a downside to "Wax Wood" is that it is very vulnerable to wood worm. This can be treated if found early enough with various powders and oils.[citation needed] Japanese and Korean martial artists will typically choose a piece of waxwood cut to be 1/2' - 3/4' above their personal height, and which will have a pointed end (toward the top of the wax wood stalk) and a thicker base. The size and weight of the bo staff is determined by how near or far the staff is cut from the tip of the wax wood stalk. Various kung fu styles also use Wax Wood for many weapons such as; spear shafts, three section staff, poles. Although Rattan is also used. 6 ft. finished for $29.95 or 7 ft unfinished for $10.55

I tend to use... Inverted, it makes a good, sturdy staff, and held normaly, it whacks a mean weed!

After having more conversations in this matter, I am more convinced that there is much grey-area in this issue. "Right of Way" and property "ownership" are two separate things. I own property that also has a highway at one border. I own and maintain that property, including the ditch and culvert for a driveway. I put that culvert there, the "State" did not. It belongs to me. Thus, should I choose to do so, I can hide a cache inside of it, regardless of the "right-of-way" claimed by the state. If the state placed a guardrail there, and I wanted to place a magnetic on it, then that would NOT be my property.

I have a better suggestion... No score at all. I would like the ability to remove from view my finds. There is a cacher not too far from me that has done just that. He removed his "found-it" logs and replaced them with "notes." 0 finds....but not really!

Between this forum and our own state forum (--> subject discussed here <--) this has been a heated debate. (snide comments aside) As I did there, here I offer the same solution.

NICE!!!

Congrats to the winners!!!!!

I just have to say...I love this contest, these cachers, and this forum! (and I haven't ever won anything at all!)

Waiting with baited breath! or is that pepperoni I taste? That's funny, I haven't had pepperoni since last Thursday! Anyhow.....

Thanks! Avery's team will be playing there at Pellissippi, Victor Ashe Park, Ball Camp Fields, and US Cellular. Also the skill comp. is at 180 Sports & Fitness. We'll be leaving out tomorrow afternoon and coming home Sunday. Hopefully we can get a little caching in, as well...

As promised... A couple of pictures from my meager collection of fine custom sig items: Two ink pens from some of the finest cachers in these parts: and my personal favorite from the Silly Beans!

My favorite sig item (other that my Tokyo Blossom) is a personalized ink pen from two of the classiest couples in this area, FastFrank&Wanda, and John and Mary. Pictures as soon as I get home this evening!

I love cointests!

and my wifes TB on the front of her CRV:

We'll be coming in for an AYSO soccer tourney in a couple weeks. (June 13-15) Ideas, anyone?

Being a Penguin nut (I have all sorts of penguin stuff, including (but not limited to) my Opus collection, I MUST go with Pittsburgh Penguins!!!! And just for good measure, I'd like to see my tattoo on a geocoin!

Thanks for the cointest, That was pretty cool. And gazing at the winning list, Tends to make one drool!

But then...I thought abut this one from my latest puzzle-cache: GC14TCG Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Hick You knew he was Southern cause his dialect was thick, The cacher’s all knew him as a hockey dude, And you could always find him wherever there was food. (BBQ, that is, chicken leg, ham bone...) One rainy day he asked about the story of his Pa, Ma heaved a little sigh and stiffened up her jaw. “Your Pa was a whiskey-man, the best by-far around, Folks would come to get a jug from clear all over town.” (Corn, that is, Yellow Gold, Cat-Daddy...) His still was nestled in beneath the long-leaf needle pines, And he would even give them some if they didn't have a dime. The Army came a callin' and offered us a mule, If he would let them make his mash into tank fuel. (Gas, that is, kerosene, runnin' lean...) She told his Pa to go ahead, she'd take care of our land, So he went to support the cause and help his fellow man. Back home, she tended to the chores and if someone was sick She'd send them off with a quart or two of sweet "Cat-Daddy-Hick." (Cure, that is, colicy young-uns, sneezin' fits...) She told him of the War and how his Paw had made it home, And told him of the immigrate who also came along. Hailing from the Old Country, he took to Mama's cookin’, And also down a shot or two when no-one else was lookin’. (Swig, that is, just a splash, warm and fuzzy...) "Your Paw never told him the secrets of his mash, Even though he offered your Paw a lot of cash. I thought he was a no-account, this I tell you son, I never went no place that I didn't tote my gun.” (Colt, that is, Fourty-four, in my apron...) She went on to tell him about the day the rascal left, He took all the money and her jewelry while they slept. Jars of whiskey, corn and bags of sugar too, And set fire to the still to cover-up his rue. (Thief, that is, low-down, no account...) "Your Pa tore after him over hill and over dale, but his gimpy leg allowed Demetri to prevail. He came home low and beaten, I mended to his cuts, And from that moment forward, son, your Paw was going nuts." (Coo-Coo for Coco Puffs, that is, paper dolls, funny farm...) Demetri died a pauper 'cause he just didn't have the touch. His attempts to make fine whiskey didn't amount to much. He was found inside his freezer tryin' to cool the fire, Of the poison he had brewed with nary a desire. (Cold, that is, tingly toes, frozen olives...) She handed him a yellow scrap of paper, scuffed and torn, Left behind by Pa on a dreary Sunday morn. He had headed out to find the man that stole his jar, When a church van ran him over outside "Demetri's Bar." (Worm dirt, that is, eighty-six, pushin' daisies...) Your Pa died with his secret, or so I've often felt, Until I found this code hidden inside his old belt. His recipe may be here, Heaven only knows, But even if it's not, you are finished with this prose! (Go!, that is, Hit the road! Find the Cache! )

My initial thought was to post the poem that I wrote for one of my caches: GCVCQG Within these lines you’ll find your clues to sign the log and pay your dues. Muggles, they are everywhere, so be discreet and search with care. The sculptures aren't tiny like "Mice on Main," But the stroll is easy, just the same. Follow these coords to get your start, Where a man sits reading, enjoying the park. Over his shoulder a sentinel stands, His life's mission was protecting this land. In front of him, stand looking down, You’ll find yourself in the center of town. Now put away your GPS. You’ll need your brain to solve the rest. To the North a lovely tribute waits, that honors two plants that dot our state. Look to the West or to the East, to satisfy your inner beast. But to the South our quest for you, walk carefully across for a better view. If you are standing in the right place, paintings and sculptures are in your face. Now turn to the right and stroll again, inside the tower you must stand. Some gave more, while some gave less, Look for the names that start with “S.” While standing firm in front of them, look to your right once again. Wait for “Walk.” Don’t try to trick it, Or else you'll get a jaywalking ticket. Across the road we go again, where you just might see man’s best friend. Keep going straight, don’t turn or veer, You'll pass a lamp-post very near. Watch your step ‘cause if it’s dark, these aren’t fake, like “Park and Bark!” There is a vessel here to use, “Keeping things green” is our muse. Don’t lift the lid or you may find, matter of an unsettling kind. No need to get dirty, no, not at all, but it may help if you are tall. This micro’s not like most you see, it’s long and slender…silvery. We hope you have enjoyed your stay, Come back again another day! Additional Hints ( Encrypt ) If one more clue you wish to seek, look down the post and take a peek Congrats on Graduation!!!