+crzycrzy Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 One day I could not find a cache Though I searched high and low for the stash My coord's were on but the darn thing was gone and all that was left was some trash
+Team GPSaxophone Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 There once was a cache in Nantucket...
+Renegade Knight Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 Send Criminal a buck so the dude can buy a truck
+crzycrzy Posted January 16, 2004 Author Posted January 16, 2004 and if you don't then just say Truck it !
+crzycrzy Posted January 16, 2004 Author Posted January 16, 2004 There once was a cache in Missouri...
+Snoogans Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 he posted a frown because the coords he wrote down........ sent him to southern New Jersey.....
+Imajika Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 (edited) Geocaching Haiku: My Etrex guides me To places I hadn't been Who left this porn stash? ___________________________ I got the waypoint I found the cache location Slipped on ice...bruised butt ____________________________ I browse the forums All avatars are blue smurfs Don't you people work? Edited January 16, 2004 by Imajika
+JMBella Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 (edited) OK I think we're all getting very tired. i know I'm gonna regret this but here goes. (I'm not even gonna think about it, I'm just gonna right what ever comes to mind.) Oh my GPS treats me well, I post so much my fingers swell, I cannot stop for I'm obsessed, I sit here now completely undressed, You say I should stop and perhaps I agree, maybe the mods could kindly ban me, Get out and cache is what I should do, but the wind chill factor is minus 22, What's a New Yorker to do in such frigid weather, My nips are so hard they show though my sweater, I think I should stop now before it's too late, My warn meter's already at plus 98. Hey, Thanks. I'll be here all week. Try the veil it's tremendous! Edited January 16, 2004 by JMBella
+Ish-n-Isha Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 his delusions made him jab his eye with a fork.
+Imajika Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 Hey, Thanks. I'll be here all week. Try the veil it's tremendous! Are you performing at a wedding chapel or something?
+Halden Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 I heard of a cacher named Bjork... his delusions made him jab his eye with a fork. In the brush he scours for what seems like hours Until he was suddenly attacked by a Stork.
+worldtraveler Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 There once was a cache in Nantucket... From a similar thread last year... A girl I once knew from Nantucket Took a trinket or two from a bucket, Then flew to an island In southernmost Thailand And cached them somewhere there on Phuket!* *Note to Hydee: Don't panic; It's actually pronounced pOO'kit.
+The Weasel Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 I look on the website and what do I see, a new cache in the area just calling to me. Enter the coords and away we go, Rain sleet and even the snow. Pulled over for speeding, I'm in a bind, "But officer I wanted to be the first to find". I get to the park and I check out the sites, Cuz I know my Garmin is "waiting for satellites". I head down the trail and what do I see, a couple going at it in all of their glee. The sight of this couple through me for a loop, had a bran muffin, now I got to poop. I find a nice log and have me a sit, wish I had the paper to help with my $hit. Forgot my TP what a dum bloak, I wiped with some leaves, Yikes its poison oak. I itch and I scratch all the way to the cache, man I'll be lucky if I don't get a rash. Tree canopy is messing up my GPS's sight, go forward go backward go left go right. A hole in a tree, could this be it, A smile on my face from the prize I will get. I reached right in like a stupid baboon, I pulled out not a cache, but a mama racoon. She bit me and scratched me with all of her might, Turning me into a very grizzly sight. All mangled and broken, hair in disaray, I pack up my stuff to call it a day. Back down the trail to get to my jeep, want to get home to get me some sleep. What I saw next made me begin to weep, A big tow truck taking off with my Jeep. What I didn't notice when I first got to the spot, is that I parked right in a no parking spot. I finally get home and try to unwind, going to type in my "did not find" Even with all that went wrong and my total bashing, I would never give up the greatest sport of GEOCACHING!!!
+Johnnie Stalkers Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 Cachers like us, sure do have fun. Racing the wind, chasing the sun. Take the long way around, back to square one. Today we're just outlaws, out on the run. There will be no regrets, no worries and such, for cachers like us. Thanks George!
+clearpath Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 Send Criminal a buckso the dude can buy a truck He'll get one someday When his hairs nice and gray Cause the rest of us don't give a duck
+joefrog Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 This one was written by user "Bamageek" and posted on our local forum, Alacache.com and includes most of the local frequent cachers: Twas the Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas and all through state, Not a Cacher was hunting, not one single cache; The GPSes were hung by the chimney with care, While batteries were charging in the chargers near there; The cachers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of first finds danced in their heads. And mamma watching TV as I surfed the alacache site, Were just settling down to bed for the night; When out on the lawn there arose such a noise, It sounded like one of Joefrogs marshmallow guns firing with great poise; I ran to the window to see who was there, Tripped over some toys and a big teddy bear; I grabbed my camera and prepared for my shot, Maybe there’s a Locationless waiting to be got! When what to my wondering eyes did I see from afar? Jeff35080 is hiding a cache in my back yard! With his trusty old helper, so lively and quick, I knew in a minute it must be ReadyMix! More rapid than eagles his cammo tape in hand, He searched very carefully all over my land. He hid his cache nicely and left very quick, I think he was frightened away by the noise of St. Nick. No sooner had I got to the gc.com site When I noticed MtnMan had already approved Jeff’s new flight! I ran for my GPS a first find I did see, But as I walked out my back door I knew it wouldn’t be. I was putting on my shoes and from out of nowhere, Oldboyhiker was already standing there! As he stood there in poise searching for the cache there, The aroma of Axe Bandits flung through the air. He said not a word but went straight for his find, For he knew that Bubba Cache was not far behind. He went right to the spot! He found it in a dash, TNLN, signed the log, and picked up some trash! As he left I saw him smile as I heard him say, “Better Luck Next Time! Tomorrows a new day!” I woke up from my dream and it was Christmas day, so I decided to post a message to you and say, Merry Christmas to all and your families so dear, have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
+The Cheeseheads Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 Genius Loci wrote this log for my Jingle Bell Rock cache. I had previously written this log for his Neptune and the Fisherman cache. Poetry is fun!
+parkrrrr Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 ooh, a thread where I can reprise my old signature graphic (go ahead. Hit reload a few times. You know you want to):
+TeamK-9 Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 I bet no one can rhyme this: There once was a man from Pennsylvania...
+The Cheeseheads Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 Found the cache quickly. Forgot McToy in my car. Oops! TNLN. --- The Autumn wind blows scattering leaves to the air: You are off-topic!
+The Cheeseheads Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 (edited) I bet no one can rhyme this: There once was a man from Pennsylvania... Too easy... Who suffered from dromomania Edited January 16, 2004 by The Cheeseheads
cool_and_the_gang Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 I changed it slightly to fit a little nicer. Here's my shot: Once a man from Pennsylvania sought a cache hidden in Mauritania. His journey was long but the way point was wrong and he ended up in Transylvania!
cool_and_the_gang Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 I like the way dromomania fits with geo-caching. Sorry, I did'nt follow Cheesehead's lead. The post popped up a second before mine.
+AmishHacker Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 My desk is cluttered with due dates Reading fourms keeps me up too late A new cache appears I sneak out the rear But arrive at the site after sept1c_tank ---------------------------- Ok thats my best shot Amish do not rhyme very well ----------------------------
Dinoprophet Posted January 16, 2004 Posted January 16, 2004 I wrote this a while ago, an ode to cachers-married-to-non-cachers I stop after work for a quickie 'Cause once a week isn't enough. Sneaking out like this is tricky; My clothing can foil my bluff. While some get their collars lipstick-y, I get mud on my shoes and my cuffs.
+Planet Posted January 19, 2004 Posted January 19, 2004 Just a link, it's now out of season, but it'll be back!
+wandering4cache Posted January 20, 2004 Posted January 20, 2004 Check out Yellow-Kayak's profile. They do all their logs in poems. Pretty cool! http://www.geocaching.com/profile/Default....59-56e8cec164c2 Wish I had all your rhyming talents.
+radioscout Posted January 20, 2004 Posted January 20, 2004 This cache trail leads you to 8 pillars each bearing a metal plate with a poem inspired by the surrounding landscape on it: http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_detai...68-ec866c98fe92
+SamLowrey Posted January 20, 2004 Posted January 20, 2004 I look on the website and what do I see,a new cache in the area just calling to me. . . . Is that iambic pentameter?
+GEO*Trailblazer 1 Posted January 20, 2004 Posted January 20, 2004 The Lightning did Flash, And the Rain did Fall. From under a log, A creature did crawl. He crawled throught the mire, and into the grass. All I could see, Was his big harry ***,Well now He crawled through the ditch, And into the Road. And at last I could see, THE CITO TOAD!!!!!!!!!!
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