Of course you dont need a motorbike for successful Geocaching..but its as good an excuse as any to go buy one...
An early morning up on a nearby mountain searching for a cache...yes, it was cold!
If you saw someone hiding in the bushes, what would you think?
Don’t worry; it’s probably just a Geocacher.
Over many months of Geocaching I’ve been caught searching in the bushes a number of times. I wonder just what people think when they see a grown man skulking in the bushes, especially when he begins to act all nonchalant as soon as he’s been seen, geocaching after all, is supposed to be secret.
In Port Augusta (Southern Australia) there is a simple cache in a public garden right in front of two story motel units, the site is visible not only from the kitchens and top story bedrooms of about eight units but also from two public walkways by the ocean and two busy bridges as well as from across the water a couple of hundred metres to the opposite bank.
I’ve tried to find this particular cache three times but each time I’ve had to abandon the search because of people watching me…so what to do?
Plan B is to get myself dressed up as a council worker with the usual bright orange vest, white hat and blue trousers of the local council and search again. I’m thinking, dressed like that, I will probably attract no attention at all…unless real council workers turn up to find out what I’m doing… A friend suggests that searching earnestly will tip people off as local council workers don’t actually seem to do much work.
There are some joke caches of which I've come across a couple, one is on an island with no way to get there. The owner suggests either an inflatable air bed (LiLo) or a kayak. The water is quite shallow so even a small boat will get stuck in the thick mud and although it looks safe to walk, it’s knee deep swamp mud.
Another can only be accessed by walking across a rail bridge 100 yards in the air. The gap between the sleepers is very disconcerting as you look down into the precipice. Yes, I was foolish/brave enough to do that one…
Every Geocache has to be vetted and passed by an expert cacher, but our local expert is 1800 miles away and has no sense of humour. (Gee!.. I hope the ‘Ump’ doesn’t read my blog)
The Ump has knocked back some of my caches because I’ve put in a one line joke and made me remove anything funny before he allows it to be posted. Obviously then, you cant tell people it’s a joke cache or put hints on your cache page so you just have to let people find out for themselves or tell them when they send you an email asking… ‘WTF?’
I often go Geocaching with a friend who does not seem to get the whole ‘secret’ part of caching. Recently we were way out in the bush searching out a cache, we found it and I’d already signed it then wondered away to take a photo of a nearby mountain range. Suddenly I heard a noise and looked around to see a 4WD with 4 men approaching. I yelled out to Kev to hide the cache and went back to filming so as to keep their attention away from what Kev was doing. After a few seconds I looked back to see that he’d only put the cache at his feet and continued to write in the log in full view of the men in the car. The men turned out to be fox shooters who stopped to unload and put their guns away and spent several minutes packing and organizing their stuff while Kev casually finished writing, packed the cache and put it back where it had been hidden.
Now we men have a very good way of hiding our covert activities, we can simply turn away, put our hands near our waists and pretend to be taking a pee. Other men look away because no man wants to be seen taking an interest in another man urinating, and women giggle and make bad jokes to each other…works every time!
That’s what Kev should have done after dropping the cache into the grass so it couldn’t be seen, we could always come back later… I wonder if that cache is still there.