Favorite Logs

[kweejee]

I recently got a log on one of my caches that made me laugh and was wondering what favorite logs other cache placers have.

Mine at the moment is this one.

“Our first real cache! We did a virtual one first. It helps to read the whole listing, though. I read East Hall and was looking for a building! Hurray for GPS.”

[TyeDyeSkyGuy]

I wouldn’t know which ones to start with. There is a thread similar to this one on another caching website that contains some (probably 20 or more) of my favotie logs.

[TyeDyeSkyGuy]

I’ll get the ball rolling with the log that is still my all time favorite. This one was posted by Rogheff after doing “Match Head”.

September 21 by rogheff (575 found) @ Match Head
Boy do I owe you one Jay. I did not take a really close look at the cache page, nor did I zoom in on a map. Oooh, big mistakes.
I parked downtown. I remmber you saying something on the cache page about a little hike and I parked .58 miles from the cache (AS THE CROW FLIES). So out I go, first I go to the North. I can see people climbing on the rocks about 1000′ east of me – ahhh, that must be it. So I go to the South. I walked around to the tippy end of the rock and – wait, the GPSr signal isn’t pointing to where the people were…I’m on the wrong side of the river.

OK, chalk that one up to my mistake.

So then I get back to my truck (I’ve got about 1 1/2 hours and 2 miles in already) and drive on the other side of the draw bridge. I had done a cache up this dead end road that leads to a little park last year – so I parked in that same parking lot. I could see the lighthouse – wow, was it far away! But again, you said there was a little hike.

I strolled therough the Yaught Club parking lot and the boat launch area, I wander through their yard, and I decide to take the hike along the beach – lots of stinky garbage, but the walking is easier. I hiked along there with the pile of boulders to my right until the beach ended, so up on the rock I go.

I hiked upand down, and over those goofy rocks until I was out about 3/4 the way to the lighthouse and finally got to the very top of the pile. I look over to my left and what do I see? Fisherman sitting on a nice, flat, smooth concrete seawall. I bushwacked over 1000′ of boulders for nothing!

By now I’m about 2.5 miles and maybe 2 1/4 hours into this little adventure. I sure hope I find this blasted thing!

So along the paved surface I go whn I run into this fisherman. He’s (I KID YOU NOT) wearing a tye dye t-shirt.

OH sure, Jay’s out here waiting for suckers…er …um…geocachers.

After I get away from this character (advice: do not ask a fisherman along here how the fishing is going unless you REALLY want to know).

I climb out to the end of the rocks. GPSr is giving me goo accuracy – about 25′ woohoo.I’m within maybe 50′ of the cache and I went to pull out the cache page with all the previous logs…….I left it in my truck…….

Well, I remember seeing a photo of some kid in a cave – there’s caves EVERYWHERE! I remember seeing something about slippery rocks and squishing water sounds – well, now there’s a really good thing to remember here – THERE’S SLIPPERY ROCKS AND SQUISHING WATER IN EVERY CAVE !!!

OK, so here’s what I do…I’m a little hesitant about laying my GPSr and hiking stick down – will I find them again? I get to ground zero and lay them down and crawl below ground.

I’m sure your 7 year old loves rocks – but he’s 7! He can handle the spelunking. I’m not 7 and when we go to Eagle Cave with the Scouts so the boys can crawl through the cave, I stay above ground…but I digress.

All I kept thinking was,” I hope the rocks don’t fall on me, they’ll never find me – I’ll have to wait here for the next geocacher”.

There’s quite a network of caves, slippery rocks, splashing and dead animal sketetons – oh yes, and spiders down there. After maybe 30 minutes, I found the goofy thing. It was an ammo box Jay, I could’ve swore I saw something about some unique container…oh no, that was for a different cache – I’m looking for the wrong container!

I place the cache back and see there’s a large opening right above my head – I come up RIGHT NEXT TO MY $%^&*( GPSr and hiking stick! UUUGGGHHH!

Long story short I was looking for this cache for a little over 3 1/2 hours and hiked something like 3 1/2 miles!

[TyeDyeSkyGuy]

And, I have top share this series of posts from PolskaQueen on her visits to several of our “Boyd” caches. They have quite a relationship going!

PolskaQueen found Boyd visits Bristol Woods (Traditional Cache) at 4/18/2007

Log Date: 4/18/2007
Boyd……international man of mystery. I’ve heard he is so suave and so sophisticated that he can charm the female cachers and drive them wild in the woods. I excitedly start the hunt, seeing the rather recent GC number he has to his name. That and a comment from Bushwacking Queen has my juices flowing. I hit the trail at breakneck speed, rushing so fast that my GPSr signal is still 1.2mi behind me. Is he here? Will I see him? Will he fulfill all my darkest secret desires?? Will run away with him and live a life of fantasy in some hollow tree in the dark woods of Kenosha????? But alas, it is not to be. He left his calling card, which I duly signed. Sob. My heart breaks. PQ

PolskaQueen found Boyd visits Van Patton Woods (Traditional Cache) at 4/19/2007

Log Date: 4/19/2007
Thwarted in my quest yesterday in Bristol Woods, I take a lesson from John Hinkley and do my homework. Could it be? Is he HERE so close to home and heart?? Worried that my eagerness would cause him to bolt, I carefully negotiated the trail through the dark and dismal swamp. Slowly, I peered around the corner. And there he was. Boyd. And he was everything I had heard about: a hardbody of the highest degree. He called me over. “Hey Dollface, let me show you what I’ve got.” How could anyone refuse such a scintillating offer? I crossed the moss-encrusted ground and knelt before him. With great pride and ceremony he uncovered his treasure. I gasped in glee and anticipation. Lovingly, I took his prize into my hands……and signed the log. Afterwards, lounging on his soft red jacket, he pulled a bottle of Veuve Clicquot from a rotting stump. He apologized for the “rotgut” explaining that his vintner was on holiday and now his cellar was running low. “Over there, swee
theart…” I reached behind me and pulled out a pair of ornate hand blown Venician flutes. While sipping the champagne, we spoke of love and war, Sartre and pork futures. Then he pulled out a book of Haiku and recited his favorites to me. All too soon it was over. Gently I prodded him about our future. He took my face in his hands and kissed me long and hard like a man should. “Sorry Dollface, but my life is not my own.” Sobbing, I asked if I would ever see him again. “Possibly. On some dark night on some dark street corner, look behind you. I’ll be the one in the pointy hat. Thanks for the memories, baby.” Tears streaming down my face, I ran, heedless of the brambles and branches whipping and cutting at my body. Now I sit, alone, a box of tissues in hand and Snow White on endless loop. Au revoir, my love.

PolskaQueen found Boyd visits Sanders Park (Traditional Cache) at 4/21/2007

Log Date: 4/21/2007
Boyd? Honey? I know I’ve been bothering you a lot lately, but did you really need to place a restraining order on me?? And why were the cops staking our place out?? Do you know I spent the night in a Racine holding cell?? Do you know that ALL they give you to eat is two slices of Wonder Bread and a slice of bologna? NO MUSTARD! And there was some woman named “Ralph” in my cell. Her arms were bigger than my thighs, and covered with skull and crossbones tattoos. Can we just get together one more time and talk? Please? Baby???

She has yet to find Boyd at his new location. I can’t wait to see what she has to say this time. This time, Boyd has a reply!

[rogheff]

As stated on another thread – fun, creative, interesting, unique caches deserve fun, creative, interesting and unique logs.

[decdogg]

This is my favorite log.

Sorry I couldn’t help myself. 😆

[EnergySaver]

Hard to narrow it to one, but I have several at my cache GC10BD4 … if you know the cache, you’ll know why they’re great logs …

by Trudy & the beast … Being a retired sergeant and a history buff, I may be able to offer a little more information on this particular model of tank. During twenty-seven years of service, I saw many like this one. This particular model was manufactured right here in Wisconsin. It is curious that this particular tank has a fully upholstered drivers seat, while most similar tanks were outfitted with a more primitive painted wooden seat. The color was common while the tank was still in Beta testing. It was specifically designed for one-man operation. It never saw any use on the field of combat due to the high emissions associated heavy use, and the fact that the operation required a large amount of paperwork. There are still a number of these tanks available in military salvage yards, and they are in this original color. Thanks Jim G. for allowing us the close-up visit. TFTC.

by Team Venom … Oh mY!!! What a wonderful old tank, I had to admire too, being a former tank commander how the hull down, and camo paint helped to make the Vehicle virtually disappear! Had to point out the finer points of armor vehicles to my son who will join the service soon (hopefully as a Drill Sergeant like his Dad). I wonder what Jim (the owner) was thinking? Is he anticipating a assault on Lake Road? His farm does control the high ground… At least I know where there is some armor to hide inside!!! Please, as the note says be careful, and dont climb on the hull,as it has many hard sharp points that can hurt you!!!

by CleverGirl16 … To quote Homer Simpson, “USA, USA.” Only in this great country of ours, could such a historical monument be displayed so proudly along a simple backroad. I wonder if they had to get a permit to put it there. TFTC.

[kweejee]

@decdogg wrote:

This is my favorite log.

Sorry I couldn’t help myself. 😆

That is quite a nice log.

[zuma]

@kweejee wrote:

@decdogg wrote:

This is my favorite log.

Sorry I couldn’t help myself. 😆

That is quite a nice log.

I also believe this to be a fine log. Do you suppose that it burns, and would you mind bringing to Midwest Geobash? 😉

zuma

[shine_like_a_star]

this one by Crazy4 at Heavy Metal

A bright, sunshiny day
The warmth of summer is getting closer.
The adventure continues…

Another except from Crazy4’s journal… “To heck and back again, a cachers tale”

Our company has increased this day. The two who are Team WoWQuesters are with us.
Many leagues north have we come to search for yet another underground treasure. After barely surviving the perils of “Jesus’ Tomb” cache far to the south, along the mighty Chip’ River, you’d assume we would be better prepared for “Heavy Metal” a cache with multiple warnings and a 3 star rating. Alas, it was not to be. On todays journey, we drove the wrong fork in the road and after moving away to the east, we had to cut across wilderness only frequented by huge machines that move vast quantities of forest products. Arriving in the area, we moved out quickly only to find ourselves assailed by hordes of various bloodsucking denizens of the woods, who lurked in the vegetation upon the little used trail, a trail that (it slowly became clear) took us in the wrong direction. Our magical treasure locator had been programmed with slightly wrong coordinates. After realizing we were being misled, we retreated to our vehicle to double check the numbers we had printed upon our parchment treasure map. They were wrong. (Hopefully, Team WoWQuesters learned a valuable lesson from our mistake.) Always check your coordinates. Although we were exhausted from our unexpected detour, we fortunately decided to start over. This time we would go “THAT WAY!” to find the heavily anticipated “Heavy Metal” underground mine. We could have gone the easy way, but Crazy4 team leader lead the group along the valley and thru the woods and up the cliff instead of following the wide and sandy vehicle path. Onward, and upward, and we were there. And so was another. A man alone with his metallic steed. I recognized it from my studies of foreign journals as what some call a “four-wheeler”. A small campfire had long cylindrical pieces of meat roasting upon a wire framework. I asked him “do you know where a mine shaft is around here?” He turned and pointed behind himself, “right there?”. Some brush and his vehicle had hidden it from my view. I yelled to the rest of the crew, “It’s over here!”. They all converged on our position. It was well worth the journey. Dark and mysterious, the steeply descending passage into the earth gave all a thrill. Asking the stranger about the mine, he informed us of another entrance at the base of the hill, one much easier to access and not so deadly. A somewhat lengthy discussion with the stranger gave him insight into our purpose. He found it interesting, and said he would like to do the same. Heavy Metal may have created another enthusiast. From one wayfarer to another, I extend
my welcome, if he peruses this message. We found the easy way in and dallied some time in the cool recesses of this manmade heaven. COOL in temperature and COOL in ambience, Heavy Metal is certainly recommended by Team Crazy4!

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