The Funniest Thing That’s Ever Happened While Geocaching

[+hamsterdude10]

From awkward encounters to wild animal stories—let’s hear your funniest or strangest geocaching moments.

[+hamsterdude10]

Hey all!

 

Geocaching is full of surprises, and sometimes those surprises are hilarious. Whether it's a total mishap, a bizarre encounter, or just a moment that had you laughing out loud—what's the funniest thing that’s happened to you while out caching?

 

Some ideas to get you thinking:

 

Ever scared a muggle (or been scared by one)?

 

Logged a cache while being watched by curious animals?

 

Mistook a sprinkler head for a cache and got soaked?

 

Said something embarrassing trying to explain geocaching?

 

 

Tell us your best (or worst) funny story—we could all use a good laugh!

[+MNTA]

Was walking through a tall sea of grass heading towards the GZ. Took a step and ended up neck deep in a creek. Happened so fast all I could do was hang on to my phone and keep it out of the water. Made the find and that was the end of caching for the day, Headed home for a warm shower and change of clothes.

[+thebruce0]

6 hours ago, MNTA said:

Took a step and ended up neck deep in a creek.

That's one of my worst fears; especially if it's a thick layer of mud or peat at the bottom  

[+barefootjeff]

In 2019, Geocaching New South Wales released a trackable (TB9AKVV), in the form of a red waratah flower (the state's floral emblem), whose goal was to visit all the caches that had won their Geocache of the Month award. A year earlier, one of my caches (GC6JMDK) had won the award, so at an event I was given the trackable to take out there. All went well until I poked it into the top of the cache's locomotive container to take this photo just back from the cliff edge with the picturesque waterway below:

 

 

Just as I took the photo, a gust of wind lifted the TB off its perch and, as I watched in stunned helplessness, it slowly floated out over the cliff edge and disappeared. Devastated, I took stock of the situation and reasoned that it would likely have ended up at the bottom of the cliff somewhere close to the cache's coordinates, so I carefully made my way around and down. Once there, I made a fairly thorough but unsuccessful search, in the end thinking it may have been caught up in the top of a tree or blown in onto a ledge partway down the cliff. There was one such ledge that was reasonably accessible so I started making my way towards it, only to look down to find I was about to step on it. Phew! Finding that trackable was one of the happiest moments of my caching career.

[+me N u]

Taking uniformed AND plain clothes police caching with us - GCC52E

 

Our group had been stopped at a checkpoint the previous day and the uniformed police decided the area was too dangerous for us to be there, so they camped with us overnight and we awoke to find plain clothes police had joined them. We explained what were doing in the area and they joined us on a 30Km each way journey into the desert, once back on tarmac we had a blue lights escort  to the next town several hundred Km away.

[+Viajero Perdido]

I have a favorite and secret* rough-camping spot right at the top of a mountain, with a couple of caches nearby, also some resident deer.  From my log:

 

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I quickly figured out why the deer were so friendly. They were after my pee. Figure: two days times a lot of beer, spread over a variety of spots because there's absolutely nobody around so I can take care of business whenever I get the urge, it adds up to a lot of different spots where I added, I think, a bit of salt to the ecosystem each time. Those deer found every one of those spots and licked the dickens out of the ground each time! Once I figured this out, taking pictures of them was a snap. If I wanted a shot of a deer beside a certain tree in front of that mountain, I just had to take a leak in the right spot, then sit back and wait. I am not making this up. Seeing this even gave me an appetite for salt, so I cooked up a snack of ichiban noodles (for myself), which I think worked out well for everybody. Trickle-down economics.

 

 

(* I'd rather not reveal the location, as the site won't sustain much use.)

[+justintim1999]

Was caching with a friend's 11-year-old son.   We pushed it a little too much and wound up finding the last cache in the series as it was getting dark.   Decided to head straight to the nearest road and had to pass through someone's yard.   Luckly, the owner was outside decorating for Halloween and informed us we were abut 2 miles from where we parked our car.  He offered to give us a ride.   We noticed an arm hanging out of the trunk of his car.  We both looked at each other and laughed.   The man dropped us off, in one piece, at our car and a half hour later we were enjoying dinner at a local Burger King.