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What time is it?!
Time to buy ale?
In the meantime, you could git out and git this...

...that is if you are "in the know".

You know?

#28 - Comanche's Revenge

Oh, you said Comanche, not Apache? My bad.

Ok this one gets a mere D for difficulty, but it was only a matter of time.

I headed out to everyone's favorite horse grave, in honor of our friends who are trying to pave over oak habitat in former Fort Ord so they can do what they do.

I definitely want a little toy version of me in a box above my grave

Future mule grave? Midget Gallows? Impossible to know.

Here's looking back from a nice game trail w/ view of the gallows and the dead horse.

Maybe if you go up that game trail you'll find something under the base of this tree? You can thank me for the shirt later.

#26 - early bird gets the hoodoo

For some reason I woke up early on Wednesday, so I decided I'd get off of my humps and collect a woodlands treasure.

Off to the stairs, some tracks and grading but no meddling enforcement / land movers in sight.

If you look really hard you can see my bike in between the ca che and the thicket of poison oak I crawled through to get it

This prize pack was plump full of goodness. But there's something you don't see here because they immediately jumped on my face....

After a Hamms I had to get back to town, but not before I read a chapter from John Sandford's "Hidden Prey":

"There's one more thing," Wolfe said. "Uh, I keep a gun up there to clean up beaver and porcupines, and I think Carl knows where it is."

"He does," the younger Wolfe said. "We sorta let it out."

"You were screwin' around with it; that's what you were doing," his father said.

"What is it?" Lucas asked. "What kind of gun?"

"A Savage .223 bolt-action with a two-to-eight-power scope on it. Not a great scope, but the gun shoots really good. Inside a minute, anyway," the kid said.

"And there's ammo?"

Wolfe nodded. "A couple of boxes. Fast-expansion stuff to blow up the critters. You go back there, if you think he's dangerous....You best take care."

And so ends another velocache. And since I have collected the last two and not planted a one, I better get after it before some rustler throws down on me on the bike path.