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I did a number of caches in Merton in April of last year. That was a steady hard rain, but not a downpour. The temps weren’t bad at all, so the overall experience wasn’t at all miserable.
My most miserable was The Island (I think that was the name of it). If memory serves, it was February of ’07 or ’08. The temps were around 0º and I had to walk into a very brisk wind. Wind chills were about -20º. I got out to the island and most of it was drifted over. I started digging on one end, and worked my way to the other end, only to find the snow blown off of it. Yes, the signal was bouncing me back and forth and the cache is not always near the most obvious place. The walk back to the truck was much more bearable. I went and found a few more caches that morning. At least those, for the most part, were out of the wind.
Hey Cheezy, I never got my invite. Are you trying to tell me something?
That’s sweet.
718974 here from ’06.
05/31/2010 at 1:07 pm in reply to: 250 lb. black bear spotted in Kettle Moraine State Forest. #1929974As a bear hunter, I’m glad to see their range expanding. The one that was tranquilized a couple of years ago in Wauwatosa, passed by within a couple of blocks of our house if it indeed traveled the route the authorities had figured. For those that get a chance to see one in SE Wi, what a treat.
1:78.4 here.
WHY PARENTS DRINK
A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Dad.’ With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.
But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion… Dad she’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.
Don’t worry Dad. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your Son John
PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house..
I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a report card that’s in my center desk drawer. I love you.Call me when it’s safe to come home.
Bottle of Wine
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it’s a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them is hurt. God works in mysterious ways. After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers.
The woman says, ‘So, you’re a man. That’s interesting. I’m a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There’s nothing left, but we’re unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should be friends and live in peace for the rest of our days.’
Flattered, the man replies, ‘Oh yes, I agree completely, this must be a sign from God! But you’re still at fault…women shouldn’t be allowed to drive.’
The woman continues, ‘And look at this, here’s another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn’t break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune. She hands the bottle to the man.
The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman.
The woman takes the bottle, puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, ‘Aren’t you having any?’
The woman replies, ‘No. I think I’ll just wait for the police…’
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Women are clever, evil bitches.
Don’t mess with them.One afternoon a lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw two men along the road-side eating grass.
Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate.
He asked one man, “Why are you eating grass?”
“We don’t have any money for food,” the poor man replied. “We have to eat grass.”
“Well, then, you can come with me to my house and I’ll feed you,” the lawyer said.
“But sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree.”“Bring them along,” the lawyer replied.
Turning to the other poor man he stated, “You come with us, also.”
The second man, in a pitiful voice, then said, “But sir, I also have a wife and SIX children with me!”
“Bring them all, as well,” the lawyer answered.
They all entered the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limousine was.
Once under way, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and said, “Sir, you are too kind.”
“Thank you for taking all of us with you .
The lawyer replied, “Glad to do it. You’ll really love my place……
…..The grass is almost a foot high.”
Well, I finally released my first coin while I was in Germany. I dubbed it my “Heritage Geocoin” with the mission of visiting all of the countries of my heritage along with any other countries along the way. The name of the cache was Erdfall (GCX0VP) in Heidelberg. I placed it May 22 and the cache was found again on May 24. The cache owner did some maintenance today and reported the coin as missing.
Now after reading about others’ trackables, especially coins, disappearing, I didn’t really expect to see it again. I did expect to see it move along to at least a few caches though. This one didn’t even make it to the next finder. My only hope right now is that maybe someone found it and will move it when they can. Like me at the time, maybe that person is a visitor and has no internet until they return home.
My guess is that the next finder after me took it. It was in between some rocks on a muddy hillside in the woods. Unless one climbed down there and stood in just the right spot, it wouldn’t have been seen. I guess if I ever release one again, it will be a TB instead of a coin.
@gotta run wrote:
@Lostby7 wrote:
I hope one of our reviewers can provide more information on this.
But if the tree or attachment structure is on land, well there’s your problem.
Not necessarily. If any part of the tree growing on your property hangs over the property line and is over my property, I can cut that part off. Maybe the same rule applies in this case. However, I would still take a look and try to contact a land owner for the appropriate permission. You wouldn’t want to po somebody and have your cache taken all the time.
I guess my game would move to the putt putt course after that.
I believe that the weekend of July 22-25 is out for me. At least whichever weekend Germanfest is.
@sullude wrote:
If you coming off the ramp into traffic you should be at the speed limit not 10 or 15 under
Here is just a few
Thank you for the rant and if you don’t see it my way well that is just another one
People don’t see my point of way 😀Here’s another one I guess.
You don’t want to be near me then. I drive a 16 year old vehicle that doesn’t quite have the power it once did. A long enough ramp is one thing, but there are a lot of short ones. If you’re behind, back off. If you’re already on the highway/freeway, move over. 😛
Twenty five years ago, I was traveling with my family north of Manitowish Waters. We happened to be talking about badgers, and I asked my dad if he had ever seen one. I don’t remember his response, but right after that we saw one sauntering around on the left shoulder of county highway W. In the next mile or two, we saw two more either on W or K. Those were the only ones I’ve ever seen in the wild.
I think it was this past Tuesday evening, a badger walked into the Milwaukee post office, just outside of downtown, along the little Menomonee River.
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