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- When revisiting a previous find, you log it AGAIN as a find (not just post a note). Nope. - You log caches that you haven't actually found. If you don't sign the log book, you haven't found the cache. So, nope. - If you fail to find a cache, you DON'T post a "Couldn't Find" or you post a note blaming your failure on other factors. Most times I am able to find the caches I seek (so far!). There have been a couple occasions when, for whatever reason, I couldn't find the cache. If I thought the cache was missing I logged a not found to notify the owner and other cachers. If I suspected I just wasn't finding it, AND I planned to come back the next day, I did not log a not found. If I gave up on the cache (only one so far) I logged a not found as soon as I could. On those occasions when I've had to go back to find a cache, I've said as much in my logs. As I play the game, NF are to alert other folks as to the status of the cache: get enough of them together and it's time for the owner to go out and see what's happened to the cache. - When creating a cache you post incorrect coordinates or some other misleading clues. Haven't set an official cache yet but that seems pretty lame. If you can't think of any other way to make your cache difficult to find maybe you should just lie down for a while and contemplate your place in life. - You contact the cache owner for special help in finding the cache. Yep. There was a cache close to where I work and I looked and looked for that sucker with no success. I tried three times to find it before I asked for help. When their response wasn't helpful I even contacted other cachers who'd found the cache. I didn't want them to tell me exactly where it was, just to point me in the right direction, as it were. Why???? Please be honest. Because aside from the used golf balls and chewed McToys, there are no prizes in this game. So play whatever way makes it fun for you without spoiling it for others.

Now *that* would be a fun cache! Imagine, it seems like a simple 1/1 and actually, it was pretty easy to find, now I just need to-- uh, well, maybe if I... no. Hm. Okay, I'll try to turn it *this* way--!!@@#@^$%$%$ Too cool.

Congrats on finding it!

quote: ...packing trash bags into 35mm film containers, and putting a "cache in, trash out" logo on the container. Neat and compact and when the cacher has "trashed out" they have a micro-cache container left over!

but the weather and the holidays slowed things down a bit. The rain's taking care of the snow so perhaps I'll be able to get out there sometime in the next week or so to set a route. I can't imagine a single hunt taking much more than 30-45 minutes so it should be possible to try several variants at on "meet": alternate routes, fox knowing/not knowing where the caches are, various lead times, etc. I had hoped for a late January fox hunt. I'll keep you all posted. And thanks for all the suggestions!

They bother me. I don't like having weapons pointed at me, even if it's just an image. Overreacting? Perhaps. They just make me jumpy and nervous. I'll see what I can do to disable images on my browser (I'll lose a lot that way, won't I?). Thanks!

Is there any way to disable the avatars feature so they don't appear? I'm really tired of having guns pointed at me...

I wanted to have a multi-cache that included a cave but the one cave suggested to me by our local grotto was almost instantly embroiled in a brou-ha-ha and so I abandoned the idea. I understand that caves can be fragile places. Many people don't realize how slowly the earth can move and features that have taken literally eons to form can be ruined in moments. But are all caves like that? Is there no cave that is the equivalent of a local park? A place that's lovely but not endangered? Surely, there must be some "beginner" caves somewhere, already past "saving" and ideal for newbies to explore? Why can't these caves be used for caching? Again, I understand how caves can be ruined. As awful as that is, are there none that are already ruined that could be used to introduce people to caving? I appreciate you coming here, Cavess, and opening up this topic.

turned the lens around on the camera??

The Garmin was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The batteries had been thrown out, the circuit board was kerputz and the page button had worn away to a whisper of rubber. Scrooge knew it. His Garmin was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew it was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and his Garmin were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was its sole owner, its sole user, its sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of geocaching on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted first-find. The mention of the Garmin’s death brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that the Garmin was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. Scrooge never threw out the Old Garmin. There it sat, years afterwards, beside the warehouse door: as Scrooge sought other caches with a compass and topo maps. His caching name was ScrooogNMarley. Sometimes newbies called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he never answered to either name: he was out Taking Something and Leaving Nothing. Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the cache, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, and often leaving flint when he could be bothered to leave anything at all and simply marking the log book with an “M”; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze water bottles, nipped his pointed nose, and left a frosty rime was on every geocache he touched. Nobody ever addressed him on the ‘boards to say, with gladsome emoticons, "My dear Scrooge, how are you? When will you post again?" No cache owners implored him to bestow a trifle, no newbies asked him what was a waypoint, no man or woman ever once in all his life inquired the way to such and such a cache, of Scrooge. Even the blind men's GPSrs appeared to know him; and when they saw him coming on, would direct their owners into doorways and up courts; and then would wag their arrows as though they said, "No eye at all is better than an evil eye, dark master!"

quote: Some means is needed to keep the fox from moving the location of the caches in an attempt to slow down or throw off the hunters...perhaps just the organizer being present in the hunters group to verify that the cache is actually were it was supposed to be? That's probably what's going to happen. Salvelinus has volunteered to be the fox and as we're probably going to be mapping out routes pretty soon, I'll know where all the caches are... On the flip side, maybe the fox should be encouraged to shift the caches somewhat. Cut down the lead time and let him/her move the caches to slow down the pursuers?? First things first though: gotta map the route!

Well, since most of my geocaching is urban or "light-trail" I usually just carry my day-to-day bag and throw in the GPS, cache print outs and a bottle of water. So, in addition to that right now I have: a horny toad pin a 4-H swine pin electric bill check book too many receipts Chapstick ibuprofen a refund check for $1.25 from Wash Around the Clock hand lotion three candy canes from the staff lunch Hershey's Kisses change purse expired phone card half dozen of those little plastic drinks monkeys (keep meaning to leave them in caches as a sig item, keep forgetting) five or six pens that always disappear when I'm looking for them plastic giraffe toy in the original KinderEgg container eye drops the RH earpiece from my sunglasses (broke them geocaching) watch proof of insurance (why isn't that in the car??) a fork a ruler a perforator an orange two packets of Kleenex a copy of my employee review another container of hand lotion (why two??) mittens fleece headband parking ticket real estate buyers guide (anyone want to sell me some land in central PA??) several articles on building strawbale houses paycheck stub recipe for an herbed goat cheese tart vet's business card disk containing email messages I needed to clear out of my account to make room for more email messages two more oranges and an apple (what the hell??) hair clip keys a copy of "Bring me the head of Prince Charming" by Roger Zelazny Just your standard geocaching pack.

quote: i hit the deer, it looked like it was about to die, i couldnt just let it suffer, but i had nothing to kill it with. so, i used a jack, a tire iron and a dull knife to try and end the suffering. well, after 3 minutes of beating, the darn thing got up and tried to run... May I direct you to "The Long Kiss Goodnight"? Geena Davis could give you a tip or two on how to put a deer out of its misery! (After my car was attacked by those two deer, I was able to find a local who was willing to track down the second one and dispatch it, if necessary. Wonder if he had venison for dinner??)

Good point about the "back-tracking" and fox-only territory. We're scouting out locations next week and I certainly expect and encourage the fox to take the shortest routes between caches-- no matter what the bikes have to do! One other thing in the fox's favor is that s/he knows where the caches are and the hounds&hunters don't. The fox will be able to go straight to each cache and move on, but the h&h will be seeking the cache for 5..10...15? minutes. Another cacher suggested allowing multiple routes, or rather, not having to find the caches in sequence. I'm thinking we'll try both ways in one day. "In sequence" in one direction and "Choose your cache" on the way back. We'll keep you posted but better start tuning up the bikes now, just to be ready!

...is that kayak in the San Juans??

Simple, yet challenging. In order to confirm a find and have a clear winner, perhaps each team would have to retrieve an object left by the opposing team and get back to the starting point with it. Then it'd be clear who won, rather than having to worry about timers and cell phones and such. But that's just my opinion. It sounds like fun! A great game for a caching picnic.

I'd always hoped that someday we'd see Goofus beating up Gallant. Smug little @%#$%@.

Spinach Wheaties?? The store I shop at doesn't carry those!

Lighten up guys, it was a joke! I apologize to the original poster lest he thought he gave offense. He did not. I was just being silly. I will stop doing so now. Or very soon, at least.

quote: The temps were down there (30's) and sure enough I cracked the lid on this cache! Anyone has a right to cache no matter what their profession. If you can't be civil around temporary employees (and how the heck did you know they were temps, anyway?), I suggest you leave and come back for the cache at another time. Sheesh.

quote: Look for birds spread out in a big circle, not all bunched up together. If they are all bunched together and my accuracy is higher than 20 feet, I won't use those coordinates here on the website. Now I need to look for birds when setting a cache?? This sport gets more complex every day...

Is that you?? What the heck are you doing?? (And did you find the cache?)

I've searched through the other forums on finding caches in the snow and there were some useful comments ("wear snowshoes!" "get snow tires!") but thought I'd bring this to the general forum. How the heck do you find a cache in the snow? We had a snowstorm come through central PA last week and I've been looking for a couple caches without luck. I took my umbrella with me once to poke around in the shrubs, hoping to hear the clang of ferrule on ammo can but no such luck. So: how do YOU find a cache in the snow?

Will it soon be spring? They lay the groundwork for it, the plum tree and the moon. Now how am I supposed to use the moon as a way point? ************************************ No one walks this road on which I travel, on which autumn darkness falls. Perhaps the geocaching picnic took place yesterday?

Unfortunately just you and i seem to have poetry degrees And yet the cache has remained under leaves and snow and sun. just sign me, Sei Shonagon (oh, the presumption!)