mucluck

I saw those pics. I thought, "I'm sure it takes more patience than I've got".

No kidding...Relaxing to look at though.....

Kitch you didn't do so bad stacking them at Mounds- just that someone came along within seconds and knocked them over -

payme/otis - I left my red flat rock in your van in a box -please hold it for me- thanks much

What type of box? I will make sure to get it to you...unless Joey steals it first :wink:

I placed it in a plastic container that looked to be holding medical supplies- but I wasn't nosey so I am not really sure what was in the box- at the time the 1 foot by 2 feet ?container was right inside the sliding door on the floor

Cool, I will grab it and make sure to get it to you!!

I miss camp!!

Cool photo Mucluck

It's there....well at least I see it.

Locationless (Reverse) Caches* 1

hmmmm...well it's here

http://www.geocaching.com/profile/Default.aspx?guid=c20271a9-9c15-4e64-80b3-fe98816abb3f

but not there.....don't ask me!

KC, Kitch, anyone....ideas???

locationless caches won't show up when you do it this way....

damn irish :chagrin:

I dont get it....

how can they be locationless?

its a little confusing....

locationless caches are something (item) that is rare to find.....then when you find it you can log them....but you are required to take a photo of the item with a gps...

these are the only caches that require a gps.

a good locationless cache would be "a fishing bait vending machine"...one that sells like worms... (I've seen one in my life).

some of examples of locationless are

A scoutcamp entrance...the gate.

A firetower

A custom mailbox like a tractor, car, plane, etc.

A big statue that is dedicated to an animal.

etc....just weird stuff

so then are they actually caches.... or just stuff thats hard to find elsewhere, that your logging the whereabouts of?

is there a Yoda like person I can go see about this stuff, on some far away planet?

he can show me the confusing parts of geo-caching, and other cool stuff like how to levitate....and how throw things with my mind....and choke people out from across the room....

another good one would be "big stars in the ground"

His name is Articbrn

ahhh.... okay.. i dig...

but then in order to actually log something like that, you'd need a picture of it with a GPS....

Could I PhotoShop a GPS in to the photo? :cool:

You could try...but there is guys out there that would catch you doing it....

they have busted others doing it...

oh man that guy rubs me the wrong way... He's heading up the geocoin committee now. I'm not sure if I blame his personality, or the way the military made him.....

he rubs everybody the wrong way....

it's going to be an interesting (or maybe uninteresting) election in october....

kcorn......2nd my nomination for JT for member at large....

that is unless KB is really running for it...which I doubt...

I really don't want to discuss politics about this now....but Its important

Why would you want to photoshop in a picture of a GPS?

I don't get it.

If I read correctly, there's certain Cache's that can only be found with a GPS, so to claim it, you need to take a photo of it with your GPS?

you got it.

I think KB's a bit too level headed for the politics involved anyways. I know I wouldn't enjoy a board position as it stands now.

The way I was reading that at first, I was wondering how you take a picture with a GPS. I know you can use a phone, but a GPS? I figured it out now though...

I was joking THX, since I don't have a GPS that would be the only way I could play :pbpt: :eyeroll:

there used to be a website where you could upload a picture and it'd slap a picture of a hand holding a gps on top of it. Sadly looks like it's gone now though.

I can do that for ya LOL

yeah I can too, but the website made it so anyone could.

wonder what kinda script it was....

heh

mucky sighting in south valley today ;p

:smile:

Now you got me listening to Johnny Cash Cd's

FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend and I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on. But that train keeps a movin' on down to-San-An-Tone

When I was just a baby my mame told me, "Son Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns." But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. When I heat the whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine. I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line. Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay. And I'd let that lonesome whistle, blow my blues away.

I've always loved this one

ONE PIECE AT A TIME

Well I left Kentucky back in 49.

And I went to Detroit workin on an assembly line

The first year they had me puttin wheels on Caddillacs

Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by

and sometimes id hang my head and cry

Cause i always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day I devised myself a plan that should be the envy of most any man

Id sneak it out of there in a lunch box in my hand

Now, gettin caught meant gettin fired

But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired

And I'd have me a car worth at least a hundered grand

(CHORUS)

I'd get it one piece at a time

And it wouldnt cost me a dime

You'll know it's me whe I come throught your town

I'm gonna ride around in style

I'm gonna drive everybody wild

Cause I'll have the only one ther is around

So the very next day when I punched in

With my big lunch box and with help from my friends

I left that day with a lunch box full of gears

I've never considered myself a thief

But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece

Especially if I strung it out over several years

The first day I got me a fuel pump

And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk

Then i got me a transmission and all the chrome

The little things I could get in my big lunch box

Like nuts and bolts and all 4 shocks

But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddies mobile home

Now, up to now, my plan went all right

Till we tried to put it all together one night

And thats when we noticed that somethin was definitely wrong

The transmission was a 53

And the motor turned out to be a 73

And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone

So we drilled it out so that it would fit

And with a little bit of help from an adapter kit

We had that engine runnin just like a song

Now the headlights they was another sight

We had 2 on the left and one on the right

But when we pulled out the switch all three of em come on

The back end looked kinda funny too

But we put it together and when we got through

Well thats when we noticed that we only had one tail fin

About that time my wife walked out

And I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts

But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin."

So we drove up town just to get the tags

And I headed right on down main drag

And I could hear everybody laughing for blocks around

But up there at the court house they didn't laugh

Cause to type it up it took the whole staff

And when they got through the title weighed 60 pounds

(CHORUS)

Uh,yeah,Red-rider,this is the Cottonmouth in the sycho-billy-Cadillac,come on

This is the Cottonmouth and negatory on the cost on this machine here

Red-rider

You might say I right up to the factory and picked it up, it was chaper

that way

What model is it?

It's a 49,50,51,52,53,54,55,56,57,58,59 automobile

It's a 60,61,62,63,64,65,66,67,68,69,70 automobile

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WALK THE LINE

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds. Because you're mine, I walk the line.

I find it very, very easy to be true. I find myself alone when each day is through. Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you. Because you're mine, I walk the line.

As sure as night is dark and day is light. I keep you on my mind both day and night. And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line.

You've got a way to keep me on your side. You give me cause for love that I can't hide. For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide. Because you're mine, I walk the line

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"Ring Of Fire"

Love is a burning thing

and it makes a firery ring

bound by wild desire

I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire

I went down,down,down

and the flames went higher.

And it burns,burns,burns

the ring of fire

the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet

when hearts like our's meet

I fell for you like a child

oh, but the fire went wild..

I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....[etc]

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"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three

And he didn't leave much to ma and me

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars

And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!

Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down, but to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said goodbye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die

And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I came away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!