debbylee_maxine

There is a caching legend in our area who doesn't cache anymore due to health issues, and we are always out maintaining his caches so that people can continue enjoying them. Well, one of the caches had a few dnfs, and I hadn't found it myself, so we went to go check on it. It was a magnetic hide a key underneath an old hay-baler covered in grapevines and surrounded by cacti. Good old Texas. So it's one in the morning and my girlfriend and our coworker are out looking for this pesky thing and the sheriff drove by. Asked us if we needed help and we said we were fine. Asked us what we were doing and we said, "geocaching" He said "oh", and drove off. Right when we found it he had driven back and asked us what geocaching was. Another one of my caching idols always tells me to be honest with the fine officers of the law, so it didn't even occur to me to make anything up, and it certainly didn't occur to me that other people would lie to the sherrif. Come to find out, he stopped a bunch of kids out at the hay-baler three times before, (the group that logged three consecutive dnfs that made us go out to begin with)... the first time they told him they were picking cacti (eh... plausible), the second time they told him they were looking for their cat, and the third time they were smartmouths and said they were looking for drugs. Once we showed him the container and the log, and he was convinced that we weren't using billion dollar satellites to deal drugs in his little po-dunk town, he left, we replaced the container and went home for the night.