The Long Arm of the Law Locationless, Locationless, Locationless
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Cached on 25-Sep-10. Waypoint GA2597
Cache Details
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| Type: | Locationless |
| Container: | Other |
| Proximity: | 161m |
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Description
Been caught in the (caching) act??
This isn't a cache for "I got done speeding while out caching".
This is the one for when the coppers catch you looking for a cache, and you have to talk your way out of it. Post your best stories - it's OK if they are for before the publish date.
Please list the coordinates for the cache you were searching, and ideally a link (or at least the name) of the cache you were hunting.
The more detailed your story the better!
Have fun - but don't get caught!
Cached
*Photo's would be fantastic - bu we'll understand if you're too shy to ask!*
Logs
This geocache listing no longer follows the guidelines required for a Locationless cache. https://wiki.geocaching.com.au/wiki/Locationless_cache As such we will archive it and encourage the CO to place a locationless cache that meets the new guidelines.
Some time ago I had parked in a residential area in front of a house and walked in a nearby reserve to get a couple of caches that were hidden there. As I was returning to my car a police car drove past. I got in my car and drove off and only driven to the end of the street when the police car with flashing lights had done a u turn to come back and pull me up. Apparently there had been a complaint as to where I had parked and my suspicious behaviour in the park. After explaining what geocaching is and that my activities were associated with this past time the police officer returned to his vehicle and permitted me to continue on my merry way. 
Rated: for Overall Experience
We were camped at the free camp Wilks Park in Wagga Wagga, back in the early days of geocaching, when not many people knew about it.
There was a micro cache up on the box in the corner of the gazebo and we couldn't reach it.
Thought we would have a go at getting it later in the evening.
Knock knock on the caravan door and there stood two policemen.
'Is there anything we can do to help sir?' we asked, as we could hear our generator quietly purring on the otherside of our caravan.
Someone has reported that you have been breaking into the powerbox to get power, they said.
Listening to our generator working, they realised that wasn't true at all.
Someone had decided to report us to the constabulary for stealing power.
Once we told them there was a geocache up there, they laughed and suggested the people who had reported us just could have come over and asked if we needed any help with anything and they would have learnt about a new hobby.
Thanks for the funny memories
There was a micro cache up on the box in the corner of the gazebo and we couldn't reach it.
Thought we would have a go at getting it later in the evening.
Knock knock on the caravan door and there stood two policemen.
'Is there anything we can do to help sir?' we asked, as we could hear our generator quietly purring on the otherside of our caravan.
Someone has reported that you have been breaking into the powerbox to get power, they said.
Listening to our generator working, they realised that wasn't true at all.
Someone had decided to report us to the constabulary for stealing power.
Once we told them there was a geocache up there, they laughed and suggested the people who had reported us just could have come over and asked if we needed any help with anything and they would have learnt about a new hobby.
Thanks for the funny memories
Rated: for Overall Experience
GA9979 'U.P.R. - Western Ring Path'
I decided to spend a day geocaching by bicycle along the Western Ring Road Path in July 2017 and during my day I attracted the attention of a patrol car.
Part of my log for the cache reads: I obviously must have looked suspicious as I was searching the U.P.R. As I walked back to my bicycle, which was parked against the fence, I was approached by two friendly police officers who enquired about what I was doing. "Geocaching" was my answer and the older officer replied "I thought that was what you were doing". I then explained to the younger officer what geocaching is and he was eager to see the cache. The container was opened to reveal the laminated cache note and log book with the CO's details. (10/10 for a good cache). They wished me good luck in my continued search and returned to their car. I survived my first police enquiry.
Thank you Cached for allowing me to retell my story.
I decided to spend a day geocaching by bicycle along the Western Ring Road Path in July 2017 and during my day I attracted the attention of a patrol car.
Part of my log for the cache reads: I obviously must have looked suspicious as I was searching the U.P.R. As I walked back to my bicycle, which was parked against the fence, I was approached by two friendly police officers who enquired about what I was doing. "Geocaching" was my answer and the older officer replied "I thought that was what you were doing". I then explained to the younger officer what geocaching is and he was eager to see the cache. The container was opened to reveal the laminated cache note and log book with the CO's details. (10/10 for a good cache). They wished me good luck in my continued search and returned to their car. I survived my first police enquiry.
Thank you Cached for allowing me to retell my story.
Rated: for Overall Experience
I was parked on the footpath very close to the above and was walking around in the bush near a very busy intersection in Bundaberg. I had been searching for the elusive cache for about twenty minutes when I heard a " are you looking for something" and looked up and there was a QPS officer walking towards me. I told him what I was doing and he told me that they had seen me there and that there had been reports previously of suspicious activity in the area reported by neighbours and they were just checking. They were happy with my explanation and left.
TFTL Cached
TFTL Cached
Rated: for Overall Experience
Way back in 09/2015 was in Highett, Victoria was looking for a mystery cache: GC5N38J. The coordinates led me to the Highett Railway Station, to rocks in a garden bed not far from the train platform. Around 20m from GZ was a vicpol transit booth. A couple of the boys in blue were watching me scratch about the garden beds. Totally unfazed, I gave them a wave and continued searching. One of them finally plucked up the courage(or finished donuts/coffee/reading newspaper/all of the above??) and came out to enquire what I was up to. Told him all about geocaching and that I was engaged in a search. This seemed to satisfy his curiosity enough that he left me to it. He and partner gave me a cursory walk past about 5 minutes later just for one last check on me. Anyway, wasn't able to locate the cache, however, enjoyed the experience.. thanks..!!
Rated: for Overall Experience
My one and hopefully only geo-encounter with the police occurred after I had been taking photos of some points of interest for a GeoMonkeys multi (GC5PH5X: The DaPesky Code - Decrypted #1) that starts in a park at Kariong. There were some mums/kids in the park at the time (I even exchanged pleasantries with the mums) and I therefore felt quite comfortable taking photos of the points of interest, which were near the mums and nowhere near the kids playing on the swings etc. But ... another mother, who must have been sitting in her car watching, decided that my presence in the park was paedophile-like and rang the police to report that a suspicious looking male had been taking photos of her daughter and the other kids.
Fortunately, this didn't result in a face to face encounter with the law, I just got a call from the police after I got home. It seems the the lady had given them my car rego details. I had to then explain what evil I had been up to and even offered to come and show him the pictures of the 16 points of interest (all engravings on rocks, walls, etc) I had taken. Fortunately for me, the cop was fine about it all and indeed lamented (well, sort of) about his and my time being wasted responding to complaints by paranoid mothers ... but after that experience, I must have figured I'd better not show my face in Kariong for a while .... and it's only now, nearly 12 months later, that I have come back to claim a smiley on the cache.
Fortunately, this didn't result in a face to face encounter with the law, I just got a call from the police after I got home. It seems the the lady had given them my car rego details. I had to then explain what evil I had been up to and even offered to come and show him the pictures of the 16 points of interest (all engravings on rocks, walls, etc) I had taken. Fortunately for me, the cop was fine about it all and indeed lamented (well, sort of) about his and my time being wasted responding to complaints by paranoid mothers ... but after that experience, I must have figured I'd better not show my face in Kariong for a while .... and it's only now, nearly 12 months later, that I have come back to claim a smiley on the cache.
Well the previous log says most of this encounter. LuckyL1on and I were out chasing caches after the May the 4th (-1) event in Canberra earlier in the afternoon. I may add a few little gaps and filler to the earlier post. So its probably best to read the post just earlier to this one first. I did point out to the local resident I was not parked in front of his gate but his prompt reply was "I don't care, move it!". As said rather than create any further confrontation I moved it, but it appears that he thinks he owns land past the boundaries and his crankiness must have already been on the rise. We started the hunt for NPS 001 - Alpha (GC5T2HR). Not finding the cache easily had now set my nerves a little more on end about the 'friendliness' of the local resident and whether he was a muggle hell bent on destroying people's leisure.
The gated road we were on is an access road to not only Majura Nature reserve but to reach a facility on the top of the mountain, an aircraft navigation installation. On our walk up the road we had passed a sign but at that time we had paid scant attention to the detail. It was after this sign by 50 or so meters that the cranky local accosted us with his attitude. I did mention the word geocaching to the cranky local and he just became fixated on geo positioning. The police later questioning us whether we had placed any geo devices in the area and I did wonder what the CL had said. Meanwhile I carried cache #2 in my pocket as CL had stopped us right after I had grabbed the cache. As LuckyL10n indicated I replaced it on our trip back down the hill. As we walked up the hill collecting the caches we encountered a fellow walker on the way down and I questioned him a little about the access and he was not aware of any restriction on access and had been there many times already, but he did tell us it was a truffle farm next door.
So we were heading back down the hill and this time I stopped to read the sign it mentioned Majura Nature Reserve. It said "Dogs are to be kept on leads" and "Cyclists are to stay on the road". As we continued on and approaching the gate out of the dark 2 out of the 4 officers approached us. Not absolutely sure at the beginning but quickly we started to think they are the law due to similar mode of dress.
They then commenced the grilling and asked for proof of identification and other items of information which seemed quite over the top for the likes of us. As LuckyL10n said it didn't look like they had done any home work. At one point I asked if they knew of geocaching and one officer hesitantly indicated he had heard of it but the other had not. The one that had though a little later said he still considered it trespass at which point I mentioned the sign on the road and the gate not saying anything about restricted access other than cars.
I am thinking they were then not quite sure what to do any further and unsure of their position so they wound up and let us return to our geovehicles. I debated with LuckyL1on about looking for the #1 cache then and there, but he was quite reluctant to do that with the officers there so we set off instead - my reasoning quite simply that they should be aware of these activities and what it is about as part of their edification. When I tried to leave though I found that I then had to ask them to shift their vehicles as there was insufficient space to pass. What a pleasant experience.
As LuckyL1on mentioned we headed off to grab another cache nearby before returning for #1. But what he didn't mention was the said cranky local had stopped his car with lights on and he was standing beside it with his phone in hand to the ear as we drove back out after finding cache #1. Quite clearly the officers had not given him any update.
The following day at work talking to colleagues about the incident I learnt a few things. Colleagues use the road for bike riding, the cranky local was a new owner of the truffle farm and there has been rustlers of the truffles. So perhaps we had the look of truffle rustlers..
The gated road we were on is an access road to not only Majura Nature reserve but to reach a facility on the top of the mountain, an aircraft navigation installation. On our walk up the road we had passed a sign but at that time we had paid scant attention to the detail. It was after this sign by 50 or so meters that the cranky local accosted us with his attitude. I did mention the word geocaching to the cranky local and he just became fixated on geo positioning. The police later questioning us whether we had placed any geo devices in the area and I did wonder what the CL had said. Meanwhile I carried cache #2 in my pocket as CL had stopped us right after I had grabbed the cache. As LuckyL10n indicated I replaced it on our trip back down the hill. As we walked up the hill collecting the caches we encountered a fellow walker on the way down and I questioned him a little about the access and he was not aware of any restriction on access and had been there many times already, but he did tell us it was a truffle farm next door.
So we were heading back down the hill and this time I stopped to read the sign it mentioned Majura Nature Reserve. It said "Dogs are to be kept on leads" and "Cyclists are to stay on the road". As we continued on and approaching the gate out of the dark 2 out of the 4 officers approached us. Not absolutely sure at the beginning but quickly we started to think they are the law due to similar mode of dress.
They then commenced the grilling and asked for proof of identification and other items of information which seemed quite over the top for the likes of us. As LuckyL10n said it didn't look like they had done any home work. At one point I asked if they knew of geocaching and one officer hesitantly indicated he had heard of it but the other had not. The one that had though a little later said he still considered it trespass at which point I mentioned the sign on the road and the gate not saying anything about restricted access other than cars.
I am thinking they were then not quite sure what to do any further and unsure of their position so they wound up and let us return to our geovehicles. I debated with LuckyL1on about looking for the #1 cache then and there, but he was quite reluctant to do that with the officers there so we set off instead - my reasoning quite simply that they should be aware of these activities and what it is about as part of their edification. When I tried to leave though I found that I then had to ask them to shift their vehicles as there was insufficient space to pass. What a pleasant experience.
As LuckyL1on mentioned we headed off to grab another cache nearby before returning for #1. But what he didn't mention was the said cranky local had stopped his car with lights on and he was standing beside it with his phone in hand to the ear as we drove back out after finding cache #1. Quite clearly the officers had not given him any update.
The following day at work talking to colleagues about the incident I learnt a few things. Colleagues use the road for bike riding, the cranky local was a new owner of the truffle farm and there has been rustlers of the truffles. So perhaps we had the look of truffle rustlers..
Rated: for Overall Experience
#GA486 - 17:45; I was out and about with MrDamage collecting a few more caches in this series after the May the 4th (-1) in Canberra event earlier in the afternoon. When we set off, we could not have predicted the adventure we would have as the mission rolled on. After collecting another cache on our way to Mount Majura to collect four more caches in the NPS series, MrD made his way to the parking area before I did and parked his geomobile off to the side of the road in a grassy area, as the usual parking spot (yes, spot as it only takes one geomobile) was full. While he was waiting for me to arrive, a local resident started yelling at him and telling him he couldn't park in front of his gate. Needless to say MrD was not parked in front of said gate, but moved the geomobile anyway to maintain the peace. Once I arrived and parked (away from the 'hot' spot), MrD had moved and was telling me the story as we started the hunt for NPS 001 - Alpha (GC5T2HR). Checked the most obvious spot without success. Debated whether to continue the search, or whether said cranky local may have taken it. In the end we headed off, empty handed, to grab NPS 002 - Bravo (GC5T2HY).
Once we had made our way up the hill to GZ, the cache was quickly spotted and retrieved. As we were having a drink, cranky local who had gone for a walk with family and dogs on the property next to the access road we were using approached us. Cranky local demanded to know what we were doing and when told we were going for a walk proceeded to tell us in no uncertain terms we were trespassing as the access road to Mount Majura was private property. After our polite rebuttal was challenged in increasingly belligerent tones, a more appropriate response which challenged cranky local's knowledge and more accurately described his demeanour was forthcoming and I advised MrD we should just keep going and ignore CL. We did so and as we walked off he said he would be calling the police. We went on our way met another muggle along the trail and after collecting #3 and #4 in the series we headed back to the geomobiles, replacing #2 cache on the way back down.
As we approached the exit, we were indeed approached by a couple of members of the local gendarmerie. Not sure what CL had told them, but four boys in blue was a bit of overkill as far as two fifty something cachers were concerned! Identified ourselves and explained the purpose of our visit and encounter with the cranky local. Didn't sound like any research was done before lights and sirens were activated as they didn't seem too sure of themselves vis-a-vis the allegation of trespass and we were soon on our way. MrD and I then headed off to grab another cache nearby before returning for #1 in this series once the crowd had vacated the area.
Given the number of cachers, cyclists, bushwalkers and others who use this access point to the mountain, this was a rather amusing incident for MrD and I who don't expect to hear any more, unless of course the cranky local doesn't learn from the error of his ways and others get to enjoy the same experience. TFTC Cached
Once we had made our way up the hill to GZ, the cache was quickly spotted and retrieved. As we were having a drink, cranky local who had gone for a walk with family and dogs on the property next to the access road we were using approached us. Cranky local demanded to know what we were doing and when told we were going for a walk proceeded to tell us in no uncertain terms we were trespassing as the access road to Mount Majura was private property. After our polite rebuttal was challenged in increasingly belligerent tones, a more appropriate response which challenged cranky local's knowledge and more accurately described his demeanour was forthcoming and I advised MrD we should just keep going and ignore CL. We did so and as we walked off he said he would be calling the police. We went on our way met another muggle along the trail and after collecting #3 and #4 in the series we headed back to the geomobiles, replacing #2 cache on the way back down.
As we approached the exit, we were indeed approached by a couple of members of the local gendarmerie. Not sure what CL had told them, but four boys in blue was a bit of overkill as far as two fifty something cachers were concerned! Identified ourselves and explained the purpose of our visit and encounter with the cranky local. Didn't sound like any research was done before lights and sirens were activated as they didn't seem too sure of themselves vis-a-vis the allegation of trespass and we were soon on our way. MrD and I then headed off to grab another cache nearby before returning for #1 in this series once the crowd had vacated the area.
Given the number of cachers, cyclists, bushwalkers and others who use this access point to the mountain, this was a rather amusing incident for MrD and I who don't expect to hear any more, unless of course the cranky local doesn't learn from the error of his ways and others get to enjoy the same experience. TFTC Cached
Rated: for Overall Experience
Ok...this happened twice...at the same set of caches. And it was two entirely different encounters. I own the caches...but still got caught in the act. The caches (on two different cache sites) are located near two historical markers in a heavy tourist area.
These are the two caches:
http://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC4EW8X_the-iron-brigade?guid=438caafa-5580-470a-8012-346133b408a2
http://www.opencaching.us/viewcache.php?cacheid=1796
The first law encounter was early evening in late fall...just after sunset. I pulled off to the shoulder of the road (a very wide shoulder, well away from the very light traffic that evening). I had my flashers on. I had gotten out of the car and walked back about 25 meters to check on my cache on the nearby guardrail. As I walked toward the cache, a car slowed down and then the flashing lights came on. Thinking that he was stopping to check whether I broke down or not and checking on my safety...I started to walk over to his car before he shouted for me to stop. He got out of the car and nearly blinded me with his high powered flash light. He asked (in not a nice tone, lol) what I was doing there. I told him geocaching...which he did not know anything about (shocking as this was near a very popular state park in USA that hosts many small events). I tried to explain...but was really rattled by his surprisingly demanding tone. He wanted to see what I was talking about...and of course, a combination of being flustered, being semi-blinded by his flashlight, and the fact that the cache had drifted from the original spot...I COULD NOT LOCATE MY OWN CACHE!!!! Fortunately, I found the nearby Munzee and passed that off as the cache. He told me that he better not see me there again, and that no one should be in that area. I pointed out the two historical markers right there...and he said he didn't care what was there...I was not allowed in that area because there was a cell phone tower 200 yards away and people have been stealing the wires (again I was simply on the very wide shoulder of the road). I said ok...and was on my way.
The second encounter was a few months later. I was with my 11 year old son, Munzeer "PopCornOnDemand". He was thinking about trying geocaching...so he went with me to grab the nearby Munzee and help me find the cache for maintenance. This was near noon and in broad daylight. I parked in almost the same spot...with my blinkers on. Just before we got out of the car, a police car pulled up behind us. She walked to the driver side window and asked nicely if everything was alright. I said yes and said we were in the area grabbing a few geocaches. She said "good luck, watch out for ticks" and was on her way. We found teh cache...returned it to the original position and were on our way.
These are the two caches:
http://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC4EW8X_the-iron-brigade?guid=438caafa-5580-470a-8012-346133b408a2
http://www.opencaching.us/viewcache.php?cacheid=1796
The first law encounter was early evening in late fall...just after sunset. I pulled off to the shoulder of the road (a very wide shoulder, well away from the very light traffic that evening). I had my flashers on. I had gotten out of the car and walked back about 25 meters to check on my cache on the nearby guardrail. As I walked toward the cache, a car slowed down and then the flashing lights came on. Thinking that he was stopping to check whether I broke down or not and checking on my safety...I started to walk over to his car before he shouted for me to stop. He got out of the car and nearly blinded me with his high powered flash light. He asked (in not a nice tone, lol) what I was doing there. I told him geocaching...which he did not know anything about (shocking as this was near a very popular state park in USA that hosts many small events). I tried to explain...but was really rattled by his surprisingly demanding tone. He wanted to see what I was talking about...and of course, a combination of being flustered, being semi-blinded by his flashlight, and the fact that the cache had drifted from the original spot...I COULD NOT LOCATE MY OWN CACHE!!!! Fortunately, I found the nearby Munzee and passed that off as the cache. He told me that he better not see me there again, and that no one should be in that area. I pointed out the two historical markers right there...and he said he didn't care what was there...I was not allowed in that area because there was a cell phone tower 200 yards away and people have been stealing the wires (again I was simply on the very wide shoulder of the road). I said ok...and was on my way.
The second encounter was a few months later. I was with my 11 year old son, Munzeer "PopCornOnDemand". He was thinking about trying geocaching...so he went with me to grab the nearby Munzee and help me find the cache for maintenance. This was near noon and in broad daylight. I parked in almost the same spot...with my blinkers on. Just before we got out of the car, a police car pulled up behind us. She walked to the driver side window and asked nicely if everything was alright. I said yes and said we were in the area grabbing a few geocaches. She said "good luck, watch out for ticks" and was on her way. We found teh cache...returned it to the original position and were on our way.
Rated: for Overall Experience
GeoHubby Sando23468 and I had waited all week for this day, intending to spend the entire day caching. We'd invited the GeoTeens along, but they all had other plans for the day, so off we went. Left home at 10am and picked up a few caches around Brunswick, Clifton Hill, Northcote and Collingwood. While doing the one in Collingwood there was a nasty car accident nearby and we had the Police helicopter hovering overhead, both giggling that we looked suspicious to them up there and then got pulled up for a breathalyser as we left. As darkness hit, GeoSon CSando96 ditched the others and caught up with us, we headed to Edwardes Park Lake in Reservoir. Parked near the locomotive engine and there were Police about 10 metres away searching someones car and coming up trumps with something naughty while we were trying to be unobtrusive on the train, waiting for the police to turn their attention to us, we picked up four caches in the park. By this time it was quite late, but we weren't quite ready to give up with 10 finds and 1 DNF. We'd previously attempted the Stables Playground puzzle cache, but it had eluded us, so we decided it would be great to round out our day picking up one that we'd missed previously. http://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC3564Q_stables-playground?guid=68f2a764-ecb4-4156-820c-952fb50ae6bc We got to GZ close to midnight. There was no one around, the road was empty and there weren't any houses nearby, so this was just perfect. We were sure it was in a structure in this park and began combing the structure with torches. We vaguely noted that a helicopter could be heard hovering nearby, but apart from giggling at our suspiciousness again, we ignored it, thinking there must be another accident somewhere. GeoSon noticed a car drive up the road behind us and stop in the middle of the road. Suddenly it didn't feel so perfect, or so safe so we pulled the pin and got into the car that was only 5 metres from the structure. I started the car and as I glanced over my shoulder could see someone walking from the car on the road towards the car. It was a Policeman in flak jacket and holding a taser. We slid the passenger front window down and he told us to show our hands, which of course we did immediately. He repeated show your hands so we waved them so he could see them. Another officer stepped up beside him with his hand on his gun. Then I heard "turn the car off driver and get out of the car slowly with your hands raised". I turned off the car, opened my door and as I stepped out saw that I was surrounded by 6 Police officers. When I looked to the other side of the car GeoHubby and GeoSon had 4 more officers around them and GeoHubby was madly trying to explain we were geocaching, offering to show them pics and the app on his phone, which of course meant he moved his hand to his pocket, the police all froze with hands on guns and the first one said don't move, keep your hands where we can see them. GeoHubby was asking who they were looking for, babbling really, bless him. GeoSon was standing there shaking fully believing we were in trouble. They asked to search the car, which of course we obliged and then they found a bag with torches, uv torches, multi-tools, gloves etc etc etc ... pretty incriminating when we thought about it later. We could hear the first one on the radio saying we were claiming to be geocaching, didn't hear the response from the station. The first guy said to GeoHubby, well you've educated me about something new and suddenly they all pulled back, headed to their cars, that were all around us and we hadn't seen or heard any of them apart from the one on the road, and within seconds they were gone. We were still totally lost as to what had happened, gave up and headed home. Later on, the news started giving information about a shooting in Epping where a Father of 3 was shot to death when he opened the front door to a knock, with three perpetrators fleeing on foot via a nearby park. A majorly surreal encounter, that we hope to never have again, but an unbelievably interesting end to what had been a fantastic day. This might put off some people, but GeoHubby and GeoSon are now totally hooked, they loved the massive adrenalin rush. We finished our 14 1/2 hour day with 10 finds and 2 DNF's .. and we think the Stables Playground might be one we'll leave for a good while, it will be our brick wall 
LOL
LOLRated: for Overall Experience
Well, we were innocently picking up a few caches along the Calder hwy on our way to Mildura. Way out miles from anywhere we had parked the car and walked 50 or so metres toward GZ and started looking around a suspicious bush for our hidden target. That's when a police 4wd turned off the Calder and pulled up right next to us.
I thought to myself, honesty is the best policy, so walked up to him and told him we were geocaching. He just smiled and said, " yeah I know. I only pulled up here to give you a fright."
We chatted for a few minutes, then he wanted to know if we needed a hint. He then looked over at GZ and said, "yep, it's still there. Try looking...." So we followed his instructions, and off he drove as we grabbed the cache. Good hide it was, too!
Previous day we had encountered a red bellied black snake on the path, but I think this encounter has my heart racing a bit more!
I thought to myself, honesty is the best policy, so walked up to him and told him we were geocaching. He just smiled and said, " yeah I know. I only pulled up here to give you a fright."
We chatted for a few minutes, then he wanted to know if we needed a hint. He then looked over at GZ and said, "yep, it's still there. Try looking...." So we followed his instructions, and off he drove as we grabbed the cache. Good hide it was, too!
Previous day we had encountered a red bellied black snake on the path, but I think this encounter has my heart racing a bit more!
Rated: for Overall Experience
It was nearing midnight in early December 2010 and Gnomes were on the loose. We had just arrived back from a gnome raid on Hobart. The sane member of the team was logging our finds and the not so sane member was checking the position of the coastal gnomes when it was noted that one so far unfound gnome had moved into the area and there was a new gnome just released. What to do? Sane member said “wait til the morning”. Not so sane member said “no way” and bolted GPS in hand.
Down to Otto’s Grotto in Ulverstone where Robtas had left “The End of the World As We Gnome It – The Second” hanging around at the bottom of the world (under the large world globe). Insane member had just returned clutching said gnome, thank goodness a nano, and was checking the coordinates for “A Gnome Waiting For Santa” when a police car cruised into the car park and pulled up beside. Out hops a very young officer who taps on the window. Insane one had to turn on the ignition to open the window. Young officer asks if the insane one is OK. Yes just using the local rest room facilities and replying to a text message before heading home - holding the GPS that could look like a mobile phone out of his line of sight. Officer says good night and returns to car but waits til insane one drives out of the car park and heads towards the bridge. Young policeman heads up the main street. A quick check of the nuvi and yes “A Gnome Waiting for Santa” appears to be in Robtas’s front garden.
Drive slowly along Clara Street. Oh no! Police car has appeared behind. As insane one turns into the cul-de-sac and pulls up - the police car starts to turn in and pull up behind. What to tell him this time: all sorts of things flash through insane ones head – run out of petrol, funny noise in engine, answering my phone (aka GPS) as mobile is in the hand bag at home with the licence. Just as the young officer is about to get out of the car a hoon screeches around the corner, does a burn out and tears past. Off goes the police car, lights flashing and siren wailing after the hoon in the Skyline. Insane one takes a deep breath, jumps out of the car and heads for Robtas’s residence GPS in hand. GZ appears to be the lamp post and sure enough there is “A Gnome Waiting for Santa” under the bush. Grab Gnome, hop in car and head home hoping police will still be dealing with hoon. In luck: arrive home with 2 gnomes, one a FTF and no police car in sight.
Down to Otto’s Grotto in Ulverstone where Robtas had left “The End of the World As We Gnome It – The Second” hanging around at the bottom of the world (under the large world globe). Insane member had just returned clutching said gnome, thank goodness a nano, and was checking the coordinates for “A Gnome Waiting For Santa” when a police car cruised into the car park and pulled up beside. Out hops a very young officer who taps on the window. Insane one had to turn on the ignition to open the window. Young officer asks if the insane one is OK. Yes just using the local rest room facilities and replying to a text message before heading home - holding the GPS that could look like a mobile phone out of his line of sight. Officer says good night and returns to car but waits til insane one drives out of the car park and heads towards the bridge. Young policeman heads up the main street. A quick check of the nuvi and yes “A Gnome Waiting for Santa” appears to be in Robtas’s front garden.
Drive slowly along Clara Street. Oh no! Police car has appeared behind. As insane one turns into the cul-de-sac and pulls up - the police car starts to turn in and pull up behind. What to tell him this time: all sorts of things flash through insane ones head – run out of petrol, funny noise in engine, answering my phone (aka GPS) as mobile is in the hand bag at home with the licence. Just as the young officer is about to get out of the car a hoon screeches around the corner, does a burn out and tears past. Off goes the police car, lights flashing and siren wailing after the hoon in the Skyline. Insane one takes a deep breath, jumps out of the car and heads for Robtas’s residence GPS in hand. GZ appears to be the lamp post and sure enough there is “A Gnome Waiting for Santa” under the bush. Grab Gnome, hop in car and head home hoping police will still be dealing with hoon. In luck: arrive home with 2 gnomes, one a FTF and no police car in sight.
On 30 December last year we were looking for a nano Bingo cache named Bus Stop (GA5207) whose mission was to be moved from bus stop to bus stop. It had been hidden at a bus stop on a very busy street in New Town, a suburb of Hobart, cordinates S42 51.103 E147 17.935.
So mr sharnie's tribe was searching, searching, having a smoke while he thought about it, doing some more searching and then finally he found it. Just about then an unmarked police car pulled up along side him and wanted to know what he was doing lurking around the bus stop.
He came clean, showed them the cache container and one of the boys not in blue said to the other "I told you they'd be geocaching!"
So thank goodness we'd found it so we had the evidence and thank goodness some of those in the force know a bit about what's going on, especially during the moveables races when we can get a bit frantic and maybe not blend in so well.
So mr sharnie's tribe was searching, searching, having a smoke while he thought about it, doing some more searching and then finally he found it. Just about then an unmarked police car pulled up along side him and wanted to know what he was doing lurking around the bus stop.
He came clean, showed them the cache container and one of the boys not in blue said to the other "I told you they'd be geocaching!"
So thank goodness we'd found it so we had the evidence and thank goodness some of those in the force know a bit about what's going on, especially during the moveables races when we can get a bit frantic and maybe not blend in so well.
While looking for Darwins Theory GC41922 at Charles Darwin Nature Park the boys in blue
(not khaki any more in the NT) were on patrol in the area and we must have looked suspicious enough for them to venture over to see what we were up to... We said we had been looking for a set of keys we had dropped over the edge of the look out but had just found them ... We left when they did and returned at a later date to claim the find... Happy to finally tick this one off the list ....
(not khaki any more in the NT) were on patrol in the area and we must have looked suspicious enough for them to venture over to see what we were up to... We said we had been looking for a set of keys we had dropped over the edge of the look out but had just found them ... We left when they did and returned at a later date to claim the find... Happy to finally tick this one off the list ....
Rated: for Overall Experience
24 December 2005 - GCMTRP - Coolac Festival - S 34° 55.586 E 148° 09.926 (Cache hint was Pray for Help)
I was driving South along the Hume highway through Coolac, when the highway went through Coolac. I had the gps mounted on the windscreen, the next cache was down a side road just up ahead. There was a large church on the corner. I slowed down, indicator on, waited for oncoming cars to pass by, then I turned into the side street and parked about 50m down, just past the church. I got out of the car, gps in hand, walked around the back of the car to go to the cache behind the near tree, and a police car came screaming (Man, he was flying) around the corner, saw me, screeched to a stop, police man (driver) got out and I forget exactly what was said, but he asked me what I was doing, and a few other questions. I showed him my gps & licence as he asked.
He thought I had done a runner. As I was turning down this street, I noticed about 200m further down the Hume Hwy, a RBT station with police cars pulling people over. They saw me turn down the side street and thought I was doing a runner. Hence, they chased me, not expecting me to be out of my car just around the bend with gps in hand.
Anyway, he was satisfied with my explanation and indeed wished me well.
No fine, no demerit points, just a surprise!
I was driving South along the Hume highway through Coolac, when the highway went through Coolac. I had the gps mounted on the windscreen, the next cache was down a side road just up ahead. There was a large church on the corner. I slowed down, indicator on, waited for oncoming cars to pass by, then I turned into the side street and parked about 50m down, just past the church. I got out of the car, gps in hand, walked around the back of the car to go to the cache behind the near tree, and a police car came screaming (Man, he was flying) around the corner, saw me, screeched to a stop, police man (driver) got out and I forget exactly what was said, but he asked me what I was doing, and a few other questions. I showed him my gps & licence as he asked.
He thought I had done a runner. As I was turning down this street, I noticed about 200m further down the Hume Hwy, a RBT station with police cars pulling people over. They saw me turn down the side street and thought I was doing a runner. Hence, they chased me, not expecting me to be out of my car just around the bend with gps in hand.
Anyway, he was satisfied with my explanation and indeed wished me well.
No fine, no demerit points, just a surprise!
My first police officer encounter happened during this cache: http://coord.info/GC11DRF The Old Depot. I was looking around when a cop rolled up. I came over to say hi, and he asked what I was doing.
I asked if he knew about geocaching. He said he heard about it but never tried it. I told him there was a cache around here. He accepted that and let me go.
Not much of a story, but its the one I got
I asked if he knew about geocaching. He said he heard about it but never tried it. I told him there was a cache around here. He accepted that and let me go.
Not much of a story, but its the one I got
It only took me three months of caching to have my first encounter with the boys in blue, though to tell the truth, I'd been places at times that I'd expected a visit. 
So, at GC1617T "Bygone Bluestone":
"Just enough time remained for one more attempt before heading home for the school run, so I pulled off the new road onto the remains of the old, pulling up close to the barrier rocks. Making sure I had everything I needed, I opened the car door, looking in the mirror to discover a divvy van pulling in at a safe distance behind me.
"The two members of the local constabulary just wanted to know if I was OK, so when I told them that I was just going to check out the old bridge (true, in a way), they were happily on their way, leaving me to my fun.
"A nice short walk, a photo of the creek and a quick find later, I was also happily on my way."
So, at GC1617T "Bygone Bluestone":
"Just enough time remained for one more attempt before heading home for the school run, so I pulled off the new road onto the remains of the old, pulling up close to the barrier rocks. Making sure I had everything I needed, I opened the car door, looking in the mirror to discover a divvy van pulling in at a safe distance behind me.
"The two members of the local constabulary just wanted to know if I was OK, so when I told them that I was just going to check out the old bridge (true, in a way), they were happily on their way, leaving me to my fun.
"A nice short walk, a photo of the creek and a quick find later, I was also happily on my way."
Thanks for the cache Cached 
I think the best way for me to log this locationless is paste my log here. It was for a cache called 'The cache of the missing mast' GC1CBHQ .. my log went as follows
"Well I am never going to forget this cache !!!!!!
I'd been up since 4am and flown over from Tassie for a morning appointment and then spent the rest of the day caching so I was starting to feel and LOOK pretty scruffy.
I thought I was doing a pretty good job looking for, finding, replacing, covering etc etc of the cache all whilst picking the gaps between the traffic but every now and then because it is such a busy intersection at 5pm I just had to make out like I was collecting firewood.
Unfortunately I didn't spot the police car and they had been watching me the WHOLE time and were certain I was planting drugs.
They were quick on the scene and their questions were very direct.
I pointed out that I was collecting firewood just as a distraction and when they said that I would be taken in and strip searched my reply of 'oh no I am too dirty for that' definitely wasn't the smartest reply either.
So I went with "have you heard of geocaching??"...they looked at each other while I madly prayed and they replied "NO". Figured I was pretty stuffed then and took a deep breath and then gave them the speil. Sheesh it was really only when I offered to show them the container they started to believe me.
It all ended well and they even forgave me for my comment about how I would have expected them to have known about geacaching because supposedly most experienced police officers do.
I shivered and shook for a little while after but then saw the funny side of the whole thing, and they were doing their job so it's still a very big thank you for the cache Team Lavada"
I think the best way for me to log this locationless is paste my log here. It was for a cache called 'The cache of the missing mast' GC1CBHQ .. my log went as follows"Well I am never going to forget this cache !!!!!!
I'd been up since 4am and flown over from Tassie for a morning appointment and then spent the rest of the day caching so I was starting to feel and LOOK pretty scruffy.
I thought I was doing a pretty good job looking for, finding, replacing, covering etc etc of the cache all whilst picking the gaps between the traffic but every now and then because it is such a busy intersection at 5pm I just had to make out like I was collecting firewood.
Unfortunately I didn't spot the police car and they had been watching me the WHOLE time and were certain I was planting drugs.
They were quick on the scene and their questions were very direct.
I pointed out that I was collecting firewood just as a distraction and when they said that I would be taken in and strip searched my reply of 'oh no I am too dirty for that' definitely wasn't the smartest reply either.
So I went with "have you heard of geocaching??"...they looked at each other while I madly prayed and they replied "NO". Figured I was pretty stuffed then and took a deep breath and then gave them the speil. Sheesh it was really only when I offered to show them the container they started to believe me.
It all ended well and they even forgave me for my comment about how I would have expected them to have known about geacaching because supposedly most experienced police officers do.
I shivered and shook for a little while after but then saw the funny side of the whole thing, and they were doing their job so it's still a very big thank you for the cache Team Lavada"
Does getting a lift with the local coppers to a trigpoint count? This photo was taken at the "Walkers Lookout" trig point on Flinders Island that I took whilst on a charter flight with some police looking for illegal fishermen.
Log date: 01/09/2013
Sprung date: 14/06/2013
The relevant extract from my log for "Raiders of the Lost Carpark" (http://coord.info/GCX5RJ).
-- begin snip
Found @ 00:40 with Miss Raven. Second of the night. We were just about to give up when I made the find. We also had a nice chat with a couple of boys in blue who came to investigate the strange car during our search.
-- end snip
We were searching in the bushes when the divvy van showed up, we turned off our torches but when they got to where we were they spotlighted us. How to explain being caught rummaging in the bushes with a woman in the middle of the night? I expained about geocaching and luckily one of the rozzers had heard of it. They left us with a "good luck" and the cache was found not long after.
Thanks for the cache cached. It's interesting how many of these locationless caches which crop up that I qualify for.
Sprung date: 14/06/2013
The relevant extract from my log for "Raiders of the Lost Carpark" (http://coord.info/GCX5RJ).
-- begin snip
Found @ 00:40 with Miss Raven. Second of the night. We were just about to give up when I made the find. We also had a nice chat with a couple of boys in blue who came to investigate the strange car during our search.
-- end snip
We were searching in the bushes when the divvy van showed up, we turned off our torches but when they got to where we were they spotlighted us. How to explain being caught rummaging in the bushes with a woman in the middle of the night? I expained about geocaching and luckily one of the rozzers had heard of it. They left us with a "good luck" and the cache was found not long after.
Thanks for the cache cached. It's interesting how many of these locationless caches which crop up that I qualify for.
This encounter occurred 4 months after I started caching. We were doing GC1WJ97 See Me. Went to a friends house (Wing Nut) this afternoon. We decided to do this cache as I am trying to do a 100 consecutive run. Wing Nut had already found this cache previously. We parked at the end of Stuart Rd just in front of the posts stopping you from going any further. It was about to get dark and we quickly walked up the path and then I turned on the GPSr and found myself 3 metres from the cache. I had forgotten to bring a pen so I went back to the car with Wing Nut so I could sign the log. Wing Nut had gotten in on the passenger side and I threw the umbrella into the back of the car when I noticed a flashing blue and red lights on a police paddy wagon rushing up the street. I just stood there while the police officer jumped out of the vehicle. He rushed to me questioning why I was there and what I was doing. They thought we were up to no good. Apparently people go up here to smoke the green stuff and do parking. They create havoc up on Bringelly Road. Obviously now I had to explain geocaching to the young officer. He then says what is that. I volunteered for him to see the GPSr and showed him the log in my hand. Just then Wing Nut had gotten out of the car as the other officer was standing by his door. Wing Nut came round the car and showed my officer the what was in his hands and pointed out up the path where we were was with his torch. By then the officer had relaxed enough and started to chat to us realising we weren't up to no good anymore, satisfied with the explanation Wing Nut and I had given to him he was happy to go. He explained when he first saw us he thought we were not the people who usually get up to no good. So as you can imagine we thought this was all a little bit funny once the officer had driven off and jumped into the car to sign the log. We then went to place the log back to where it belonged and then had a good chuckle about the whole event. This ended up a bit more memorable than we thought it was going to be
Rated: for Overall Experience
I had a recent work trip to NZ that took in Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch. I was out in Wellington and already having had a feed and found a couple of micros was enjoying a beer at the Brewhouse near the hotel that happened to have free wifi. Checking the phone showed another cache about 200m away, so I figured I would go and have a look.
The cache was Historic Star Boating Club (Wellington) - GC2JC6Y
On arrival it seemed like a nice bushy area, near some closed businesses but quite private. So using the torch on the iPhone I started looking around for the thing under cabbage trees. A few minutes later 2 bright torches appeared and a couple of Wellington's finest arrived to ask what I was doing. Luckily one of them had heard about caching so I was able to explain my presence, and show them the app. Unluckily even with their good torches we still couldn't find it, and after a few minutes they left me to continue the search - which was still unsuccesful. But at least I get to claim a smiley on this one instead.
The cache was Historic Star Boating Club (Wellington) - GC2JC6Y
On arrival it seemed like a nice bushy area, near some closed businesses but quite private. So using the torch on the iPhone I started looking around for the thing under cabbage trees. A few minutes later 2 bright torches appeared and a couple of Wellington's finest arrived to ask what I was doing. Luckily one of them had heard about caching so I was able to explain my presence, and show them the app. Unluckily even with their good torches we still couldn't find it, and after a few minutes they left me to continue the search - which was still unsuccesful. But at least I get to claim a smiley on this one instead.
Hi Cached
This story goes back to a day on which I went in hunt of the cache GA1592 "Climb The Ladder & Put On Your Ski's" by "Sonic The Super Bird" back on the 15th September 2009.
The original co-ordinates were given as S42*51.253 E147*26.916 putting you on Mt Rumney, Southern Tasmania.
Generally, I won't read the synopsis of a cache before going to look for it as it adds to the adventure. That was the case on this occasion.
I park the car next to a grassy hill, thinking that would be a good area for grass sking so I must be in the right area. Follow the arrow to GZ and search for the cache. I search and search and search!!!
No JOY!
Give up and walk back to my car which has three people standing next to it, one of which was a blue and white.
What have I done wrong? Why are the police here? Hope they aren't after me! THEY WERE!!
Shook hands with the police officer and introduced myself; but as I offered my hand to the others, they refused to shake hands.
It was then explained to me that I was on private property from which sheep and other items had recently been taken. The copper implies that I am about to be arrested for trespass and he was being urged on by the other two persons, the property owners. In fact, the older of the two was quite adament about what he wanted.
I was then allowed to explain what I was doing on their property, that it was by accident and that my soul objective was to find the above mentioned cache.
It was only on providing the cache synopsis and other caching paraphenalia that the two land owners were persuaded by officer to take no further action. A short conversation between us all was had, I was sent on my way and all's well that ends well.
Now the crunch line: The cache was not meant to be on Mt Rumney but on Mount Ben Lomond some 200kms or so away from the posted co-ordinates.
I never did get round to finding the cache "GA1592 Climb the Ladder & Put On Your Skis" at the correct co-ordinates: S41*30.357 E147*37.553
The cache has since been ARCHIVED!!
Thanks for letting me tell my story;
Cheers OldSaint.
This story goes back to a day on which I went in hunt of the cache GA1592 "Climb The Ladder & Put On Your Ski's" by "Sonic The Super Bird" back on the 15th September 2009.
The original co-ordinates were given as S42*51.253 E147*26.916 putting you on Mt Rumney, Southern Tasmania.
Generally, I won't read the synopsis of a cache before going to look for it as it adds to the adventure. That was the case on this occasion.
I park the car next to a grassy hill, thinking that would be a good area for grass sking so I must be in the right area. Follow the arrow to GZ and search for the cache. I search and search and search!!!
No JOY!
Give up and walk back to my car which has three people standing next to it, one of which was a blue and white.
What have I done wrong? Why are the police here? Hope they aren't after me! THEY WERE!!
Shook hands with the police officer and introduced myself; but as I offered my hand to the others, they refused to shake hands.
It was then explained to me that I was on private property from which sheep and other items had recently been taken. The copper implies that I am about to be arrested for trespass and he was being urged on by the other two persons, the property owners. In fact, the older of the two was quite adament about what he wanted.
I was then allowed to explain what I was doing on their property, that it was by accident and that my soul objective was to find the above mentioned cache.
It was only on providing the cache synopsis and other caching paraphenalia that the two land owners were persuaded by officer to take no further action. A short conversation between us all was had, I was sent on my way and all's well that ends well.
Now the crunch line: The cache was not meant to be on Mt Rumney but on Mount Ben Lomond some 200kms or so away from the posted co-ordinates.
I never did get round to finding the cache "GA1592 Climb the Ladder & Put On Your Skis" at the correct co-ordinates: S41*30.357 E147*37.553
The cache has since been ARCHIVED!!
Thanks for letting me tell my story;
Cheers OldSaint.
Rated: for Overall Experience
Well it's taken me a while to fall foul of "the Law" while geocaching. Have read many a story on here with interest.
Today I was looking for "Dog Disneyland" which is in a dog walking area in Newport. It was hidden in June 2005 and was a missing month for my Jasmer Challenge (to find a cache hidden in every month since caching began). Well it had just been replaced recently but I was looking into its hiding spot and I found the remnants of a muggled cache.
I was putting the bits I could find together when I looked up to see two policemen approaching me - I'd only been there a minute but for some reason I was suss. My log tells the story (http://www.geocaching.com/seek/log.aspx?LUID=7511dad6-69d1-407e-89d8-734c17795ecc) but basically Cop 1 asked me what I was doing and I started by saying there was meant to be a geocache here, "you know it?" and he replied "oh yeah I've heard of that" and walked back to the truck. So the word is spreading or they've caught someone before!
I was the only one in the park and I was well-dressed having been to a meeting nearby so I wonder what they thought I was up to.
Today I was looking for "Dog Disneyland" which is in a dog walking area in Newport. It was hidden in June 2005 and was a missing month for my Jasmer Challenge (to find a cache hidden in every month since caching began). Well it had just been replaced recently but I was looking into its hiding spot and I found the remnants of a muggled cache.
I was putting the bits I could find together when I looked up to see two policemen approaching me - I'd only been there a minute but for some reason I was suss. My log tells the story (http://www.geocaching.com/seek/log.aspx?LUID=7511dad6-69d1-407e-89d8-734c17795ecc) but basically Cop 1 asked me what I was doing and I started by saying there was meant to be a geocache here, "you know it?" and he replied "oh yeah I've heard of that" and walked back to the truck. So the word is spreading or they've caught someone before!
I was the only one in the park and I was well-dressed having been to a meeting nearby so I wonder what they thought I was up to.
Ah. I hadn't heard of this cache until this evening ... and so I decided to check it out to see if I could claim it, based on an event that happened some years ago.
Instead I get here and find that my tale has been told -- inaccurately, even slanderously -- by Cheesy Pigs (see his log of 10 Nov 2011). All I can say is that I'm glad he's not attempting to give evidence against me in a court of law.
The story as _I_ recall it -- based on logs and diary entries made at the time -- runs approximately as follows.
It was the night of 11 May 2007. I had popped up to Rosny Hill to visit the cache View 360 (S 42° 52.176 E 147° 21.569), a cache I had found a few months earlier when I started caching, and which I had picked as a convenient place to drop off a TB. On the night in question, having found the cache by torchlight and dropped off the TB, I returned to the car to plan my attack on another cache I wanted to find. The car was parked on the side of the road, admittedly in a slightly unusual spot (although there was plenty of room for it), and I will concede that Rosny Hill is a bit notorious for inappropriate driving incidents, which probably explains what happened next.
I was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at my cache notes by the light of my headlamp, when bright lights appeared behind me, and a police car pulled up alongside! I waved to indicate I was all right (not a heart attack victim), but they didn’t drive on, and so I wound down the window and braced myself for having to explain what I was doing, frantically trying to compose a clear, coherent, non-suspicious-sounding description of geocaching. Sure enough, one of the policemen asked what I was up to. I started to say that I was involved in an activity called geocaching … but before too long it was apparent that not only did one of them know what I was talking about but that he was a geocacher himself!
This was the first time I had encountered a fellow-cacher in the wild! We exchanged cacher names ... and I am embarrassed to admit it took me a few minutes to realise the full significance of his (“Cheesy Pigs”!! ☺), mainly because I was a bit -- ummm -- "disconcerted" but also because I had actually met the name in some of the logs and caches I had seen online and hadn't appreciated that there was an entendre involved!
I do solemnly swear that, contrary to Cheesy's description of the events, my feet were not turning to run and I did not stammer. I will, however, confess that I may have resembled a deer in headlights!
[I did have another night-time police encounter while caching, but without having to explain my own activity. One evening in October 2010 I spent ages loitering suspiciously near a bridge in Keilor looking for a cache which I eventually found, but without attracting any interest, much to my relief. On my way back to the car I spotted some young outdoor urban decorators tagging the neighbourhood and so I called the police. The police turned up eventually, and since, somewhat amazingly, I'd managed to keep track of where the "artists" had moved on to the culprits were duly apprehended and asked to explain THEIR activities.]
Instead I get here and find that my tale has been told -- inaccurately, even slanderously -- by Cheesy Pigs (see his log of 10 Nov 2011). All I can say is that I'm glad he's not attempting to give evidence against me in a court of law.
The story as _I_ recall it -- based on logs and diary entries made at the time -- runs approximately as follows.
It was the night of 11 May 2007. I had popped up to Rosny Hill to visit the cache View 360 (S 42° 52.176 E 147° 21.569), a cache I had found a few months earlier when I started caching, and which I had picked as a convenient place to drop off a TB. On the night in question, having found the cache by torchlight and dropped off the TB, I returned to the car to plan my attack on another cache I wanted to find. The car was parked on the side of the road, admittedly in a slightly unusual spot (although there was plenty of room for it), and I will concede that Rosny Hill is a bit notorious for inappropriate driving incidents, which probably explains what happened next.
I was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at my cache notes by the light of my headlamp, when bright lights appeared behind me, and a police car pulled up alongside! I waved to indicate I was all right (not a heart attack victim), but they didn’t drive on, and so I wound down the window and braced myself for having to explain what I was doing, frantically trying to compose a clear, coherent, non-suspicious-sounding description of geocaching. Sure enough, one of the policemen asked what I was up to. I started to say that I was involved in an activity called geocaching … but before too long it was apparent that not only did one of them know what I was talking about but that he was a geocacher himself!
This was the first time I had encountered a fellow-cacher in the wild! We exchanged cacher names ... and I am embarrassed to admit it took me a few minutes to realise the full significance of his (“Cheesy Pigs”!! ☺), mainly because I was a bit -- ummm -- "disconcerted" but also because I had actually met the name in some of the logs and caches I had seen online and hadn't appreciated that there was an entendre involved!
I do solemnly swear that, contrary to Cheesy's description of the events, my feet were not turning to run and I did not stammer. I will, however, confess that I may have resembled a deer in headlights!
[I did have another night-time police encounter while caching, but without having to explain my own activity. One evening in October 2010 I spent ages loitering suspiciously near a bridge in Keilor looking for a cache which I eventually found, but without attracting any interest, much to my relief. On my way back to the car I spotted some young outdoor urban decorators tagging the neighbourhood and so I called the police. The police turned up eventually, and since, somewhat amazingly, I'd managed to keep track of where the "artists" had moved on to the culprits were duly apprehended and asked to explain THEIR activities.]
Oh dear..
So, i was out in Redwood Grove Park, hunting for GC37XX5. Little did i realize, it was REALLY close to Piallago Avenue, which is a ..slightly main road. (it runs past the airport. That's a good enough definition of slightly main road!)
I mean, it was like not even 100m away from the road! (please note: i'm hopeless with estimations!)
Out of nowhere, an AFP paddywagon comes along, sirens blaring. Aww crap.
It pulls over a car (which i assume was speeding?), i have just froze, in a nearby tree.
Car gets fine, it drives off, and the police officers are heading towards the paddy wagon. They spot me as im signing the log. Ah crap. They gave me the weirdest "WTF?" look, i smiled, held up my gps, as well as the container, and replied "...geocaching!".
Not as intresting as other peoples tales on here, but still slightly embarrassing!
So, i was out in Redwood Grove Park, hunting for GC37XX5. Little did i realize, it was REALLY close to Piallago Avenue, which is a ..slightly main road. (it runs past the airport. That's a good enough definition of slightly main road!)
I mean, it was like not even 100m away from the road! (please note: i'm hopeless with estimations!)
Out of nowhere, an AFP paddywagon comes along, sirens blaring. Aww crap.
It pulls over a car (which i assume was speeding?), i have just froze, in a nearby tree.
Car gets fine, it drives off, and the police officers are heading towards the paddy wagon. They spot me as im signing the log. Ah crap. They gave me the weirdest "WTF?" look, i smiled, held up my gps, as well as the container, and replied "...geocaching!".
Not as intresting as other peoples tales on here, but still slightly embarrassing!
Ohhhh . . . that is just so, so cruel, poor old Sam! 
Rated: for Overall Experience
I am actually taking this from a different perspective 
One night about 2 years ago I was on night shift and patrolling the Eastern Shore at about midnight. As we drove up Rosny Hill towards the lookout and the STW cache of SG3, I saw a headlamp on the side of the road. I said to my partner I know whats going on here, pull up alongside really fast and hit the side light.
It was seriously deer in the headlights time hehehehe a woman with a headlamp an open mouth and her feet already turning to run as I yelled out "what are you doing???"
As she stood there stammering and the eyes flicked back and forth while she tried to find an explanation I pointed down the hill and said "Its about 300 metres that way under a large rock".
That was how I met samcarter
One night about 2 years ago I was on night shift and patrolling the Eastern Shore at about midnight. As we drove up Rosny Hill towards the lookout and the STW cache of SG3, I saw a headlamp on the side of the road. I said to my partner I know whats going on here, pull up alongside really fast and hit the side light.
It was seriously deer in the headlights time hehehehe a woman with a headlamp an open mouth and her feet already turning to run as I yelled out "what are you doing???"
As she stood there stammering and the eyes flicked back and forth while she tried to find an explanation I pointed down the hill and said "Its about 300 metres that way under a large rock".
That was how I met samcarter
I fought the law - though unlike the song I'm pretty sure I won - last April.
After finishing work in Wellington at midnight, I drove to the nearby city of Lower Hutt to grab a couple of mid-week finds.
Seconds before my 1am interrogation, I had been walking across Ewing Bridge in the central city when a mufti D-car stopped to ask what I was doing - though minutes earlier I'd been waving my torch around, peering into assorted nooks and crannies to find now archived GC25VCZ Fonetick Kaysh – Uin Brij (Wellington).
Officer No 1 admitted he had never heard of our hobby, spending more time on comments about how odd it was I was sober and wondering why I wasn’t “going home after this”. Obviously they'd expected me, as a lone female, to be drunk, in trouble or soliciting company.
I politely answered their chauvinistic questions, showed them my GPS and the listing page for the cache before being allowed to return to my unsuccessful search.
While most of us live and breath caching, it was a sharp reminder the moral majority is barely aware of its existence.
After finishing work in Wellington at midnight, I drove to the nearby city of Lower Hutt to grab a couple of mid-week finds.
Seconds before my 1am interrogation, I had been walking across Ewing Bridge in the central city when a mufti D-car stopped to ask what I was doing - though minutes earlier I'd been waving my torch around, peering into assorted nooks and crannies to find now archived GC25VCZ Fonetick Kaysh – Uin Brij (Wellington).
Officer No 1 admitted he had never heard of our hobby, spending more time on comments about how odd it was I was sober and wondering why I wasn’t “going home after this”. Obviously they'd expected me, as a lone female, to be drunk, in trouble or soliciting company.
I politely answered their chauvinistic questions, showed them my GPS and the listing page for the cache before being allowed to return to my unsuccessful search.
While most of us live and breath caching, it was a sharp reminder the moral majority is barely aware of its existence.
Rated: for Overall Experience
Was out and about doing the Gold Coast Power Trail today. As I completed GCPT - Saratoga, I came out of the bush and two Police on mountain bikes stopped and asked what I was doing.
I started to rush into what Geocaching is, showed them my cap with the logo and tried my best to explain it's like treasure hunting for adults. With them both giving me blank stares, and ready to have them accompany me on the next find to prove a point, they realised I wasn't a threat and said good luck, and I may find 'other' things that aren't really treasure. Not sure what exactly they were taking about, but no bodies found, only a mixture of rubbish etc.
Was really funny and hope that they remember Geocaching and laugh about this next time they run into a cacher
I started to rush into what Geocaching is, showed them my cap with the logo and tried my best to explain it's like treasure hunting for adults. With them both giving me blank stares, and ready to have them accompany me on the next find to prove a point, they realised I wasn't a threat and said good luck, and I may find 'other' things that aren't really treasure. Not sure what exactly they were taking about, but no bodies found, only a mixture of rubbish etc.
Was really funny and hope that they remember Geocaching and laugh about this next time they run into a cacher
Rated: for Overall Experience
Lochb and myself were out caching at night in the ACT suburb of Forde, after completing "Forgone Conclusion" a odd series of events unfolded that resulted in us visiting the Gungahlin Police Station. Now I know this locationless is about being caught, but I think if you end up explaining yourself to the Police ...
THe full story can be found in the forum, http://forum.geocaching.com.au/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=16537
The short version is that a couple of local muggles decided to follow us through the suburbs (because they thought we were vandals and had reported us to the police). They were following us until the Poluce could catch us! Being quite freaked out (we are both from interstate) the police station was the safe place to head. It also saved them the hassel of finding us In the end the AFP were very understanding (I believe the station has a number of Geocachers on staff) and we went away shaken by not stirred!
THanks for the opportunity to atleast get one more find out of this night!
THe full story can be found in the forum, http://forum.geocaching.com.au/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=16537
The short version is that a couple of local muggles decided to follow us through the suburbs (because they thought we were vandals and had reported us to the police). They were following us until the Poluce could catch us! Being quite freaked out (we are both from interstate) the police station was the safe place to head. It also saved them the hassel of finding us
In the end the AFP were very understanding (I believe the station has a number of Geocachers on staff) and we went away shaken by not stirred!THanks for the opportunity to atleast get one more find out of this night!
Rated: for Overall Experience
I've been waiting to be able to log this one -- especially since I began doing a lot of night geocaching during the winter months.
This evening/early morning I was stopped by a RBT unit near Vineyard (a bit south of South Windsor, NSW) on Windsor Road, on my way back to work from the Blue Mountains, not far from where I planned to have a look at the new 'The Strip' GC geocache.
Since I don't drink, this check was no problem for me.
However, I pulled over about a kilometre further on, just off Windsor Road, and began my search, only to see police traffic on nearby Industry Road, which runs parallel to Windsor Road. Apparently they were checking on drivers who seemed to be trying to avoid the RBT station.
Of course, they eventually came over to check on me too, searching in the bushes with my little torch! I went into my well-practiced 'What is Geocaching?' routine, while the two policemen listened patiently.
When I offered to get more explanatory material from the GeoBuru2, they both turned and one said to me as he left, 'No Worries. This is too weird for me.'
And so they drove off!
However, I was a bit shaken by the encounter and, since it was 1:30am, decided that it was time to move on in any case . . .
Glad to finally be able to log this GCA locationless, though!
This evening/early morning I was stopped by a RBT unit near Vineyard (a bit south of South Windsor, NSW) on Windsor Road, on my way back to work from the Blue Mountains, not far from where I planned to have a look at the new 'The Strip' GC geocache.
Since I don't drink, this check was no problem for me.
However, I pulled over about a kilometre further on, just off Windsor Road, and began my search, only to see police traffic on nearby Industry Road, which runs parallel to Windsor Road. Apparently they were checking on drivers who seemed to be trying to avoid the RBT station.
Of course, they eventually came over to check on me too, searching in the bushes with my little torch! I went into my well-practiced 'What is Geocaching?' routine, while the two policemen listened patiently.
When I offered to get more explanatory material from the GeoBuru2, they both turned and one said to me as he left, 'No Worries. This is too weird for me.'
And so they drove off!
However, I was a bit shaken by the encounter and, since it was 1:30am, decided that it was time to move on in any case . . .
Glad to finally be able to log this GCA locationless, though!
Rated: for Overall Experience
GCA 141 - 3919. Yep - Been done rather well by the Police while caching !
I was with Sol during the episode he describes below - I still remember the look on the guys face when he said "Whatever turns your key" !!
My main story goes like this. I was caching around Gateshead near Newcastle in the pooring rain. I had a hire car as mine was in the shop. Stopped at the GC Cache "Metro" which is in an Industrial area. After about 10 minutes getting soaked I gave up - never did find that one. Thought nothing more about it.
Three days later back at work I get an email from a Policeman saying that I had been reported for suspicious behaviour in an area where there had been lots of thefts - especially of Copper. They had the Hire Car Rego which they traced through the Company to get my details. I had to give this guy a call and explain the whole thing!
He was pretty good about it - says "It sounds like an interesting game - just be more careful in future !"
I laugh now but was pretty nervous at the time !
TFTC !!
I was with Sol during the episode he describes below - I still remember the look on the guys face when he said "Whatever turns your key" !!
My main story goes like this. I was caching around Gateshead near Newcastle in the pooring rain. I had a hire car as mine was in the shop. Stopped at the GC Cache "Metro" which is in an Industrial area. After about 10 minutes getting soaked I gave up - never did find that one. Thought nothing more about it.
Three days later back at work I get an email from a Policeman saying that I had been reported for suspicious behaviour in an area where there had been lots of thefts - especially of Copper. They had the Hire Car Rego which they traced through the Company to get my details. I had to give this guy a call and explain the whole thing!
He was pretty good about it - says "It sounds like an interesting game - just be more careful in future !"
I laugh now but was pretty nervous at the time !
TFTC !!
Rated: for Overall Experience
Searching for Tasha's Gnome, a moveable cache hidden in the grounds of the Maritime College, Launceston. Below is a copy of our log.
In town this afternoon so thought we'd go for a look. Didn't get far before we were bailed up by 3 security guards demanding to know what we were up to! Explained the concept but decided not to go any further. Didn't want to push our luck.
We'd left my elderly mother in the cachemobile while we went searching and she laughed until she cried watching us trying to talk our way out of it! We never did find that gnome.
In town this afternoon so thought we'd go for a look. Didn't get far before we were bailed up by 3 security guards demanding to know what we were up to! Explained the concept but decided not to go any further. Didn't want to push our luck.
We'd left my elderly mother in the cachemobile while we went searching and she laughed until she cried watching us trying to talk our way out of it! We never did find that gnome.
My caching mate and I were on a run from Canberra to Cootamundra and stopped to grab GC1DWBK, a cache called Twins.
What follows is a cut and paste of my log for that cache:
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.......Oh dear, what a way to finish our day.
Arrived at the general area, good no one around.....cool, lets make a quick find.
Cache was located quickly, log signed...........and then the police turned up. Asked us what we were up to, as they said.....'Two grown men hanging around a play ground - a bit suss'. Explained all about caching, showed them the log (which they had long look at) and our GPS. They were happy with all that, and their only comment......'What ever turns your key'......and they drove off.
Cache was replaced, and headed off.......all good in the end.
Thanks Sundowners, a bit of excitment to finish our day.
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So that was our close encounter of the police kind.
Thanks for the chance to share.
What follows is a cut and paste of my log for that cache:
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.......Oh dear, what a way to finish our day.
Arrived at the general area, good no one around.....cool, lets make a quick find.
Cache was located quickly, log signed...........and then the police turned up. Asked us what we were up to, as they said.....'Two grown men hanging around a play ground - a bit suss'. Explained all about caching, showed them the log (which they had long look at) and our GPS. They were happy with all that, and their only comment......'What ever turns your key'......and they drove off.
Cache was replaced, and headed off.......all good in the end.
Thanks Sundowners, a bit of excitment to finish our day.
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So that was our close encounter of the police kind.
Thanks for the chance to share.
Rated: for Overall Experience
While out one night at 8pm haning around GC18KPZ and looking to do GA0252, A quick look through the shop window to confirm the suitability of this place for a locationless cache was in order. As soon as my hands went up to the glass and I peered through the window, the alarm triggers off and the light on the security camera starts blinking away madly. Decision time, run or stay? The decision was made for us by a nearby patrol car that must have been in the area as the alarm was triggered. Some quick talking was required and luckily they knew what caching was about after having several reports of people acting suspiciously during the Wagga mega Event last year. After confirming that there was no sign of forced entry and them also tripping the alarm a second time when they went up to the window they were happy with our explaination and let us go on our merry way.
P is for... 24 Oct 2010
Three of us were searching for this one quite late at night when two young police officers stopped to ask what we were doing. Feeling like there was no possible explanation that would even sound plausible, we decided to tell them exactly what we were doing. They didn't really believe us at first, what a surprise hey, but after being shown some of the stuff on the gps and internet, they were both quite intrigued, and the young lad started saying 'ya shitting me' at every new piece of information. They then proceeded to help us search for the cache. It was absolutely hilarious, and in the end, the young female officer was suggesting they could do it as an activity at their Christmas event. The young lad was still saying 'ya shitting me' when he left.
Three of us were searching for this one quite late at night when two young police officers stopped to ask what we were doing. Feeling like there was no possible explanation that would even sound plausible, we decided to tell them exactly what we were doing. They didn't really believe us at first, what a surprise hey, but after being shown some of the stuff on the gps and internet, they were both quite intrigued, and the young lad started saying 'ya shitting me' at every new piece of information. They then proceeded to help us search for the cache. It was absolutely hilarious, and in the end, the young female officer was suggesting they could do it as an activity at their Christmas event. The young lad was still saying 'ya shitting me' when he left.
176. The story as recorded in Stone Crazy GC2F800
So as we're searching, FFP tells me that I'm being watched by the police. Sure enough a divvy van with two ladies in uniform called me over to see what I had lost. I then tried (mostly unsuccessfully) to explain geocaching. In the end, as they couldn't understand, I walked off and they left. The footnote is that I saws them later (or rather FFP did - luckily) as I was about to break a very minor road rule.
TFTC and the brush
So as we're searching, FFP tells me that I'm being watched by the police. Sure enough a divvy van with two ladies in uniform called me over to see what I had lost. I then tried (mostly unsuccessfully) to explain geocaching. In the end, as they couldn't understand, I walked off and they left. The footnote is that I saws them later (or rather FFP did - luckily) as I was about to break a very minor road rule.
TFTC and the brush
Rated: for Overall Experience
Antiene Bus Shelter
This is a fantastic roadside Drive-by by Havago near Muswellbrook, NSW in the Hunter Valley. I was on route to the HAVOC Geocaching Camping Event in the Barrington Tops hunting for this devious little blighter.
A few minutes into the hunt I spotted HV10 (Hunter Valley 10: The Duty Officers 4x4 from the Muswellbrook Police Station) coming down the road. Sure enough the sight of a lone ute parked on the roadside and a strange bloke alone standing there drew attention. He pulled up and rolled down the passenger window into which I promptly leaned much to the Inspectors bemusement. Before he could get cross at my audacity recognition dawned on Inspector Guy as he remembered a smart arse Forensics Officer from 2 years ago Hahaha Fortunately my time with the police came in handy... there was a huge Hippy Protest going on down the road at the camp ground hence the heightened security. We had a chat and catch up and I even explained caching a bit when he asked what the hell I was up to which may save some people acting sus on the much more visible "Off the Rails" Nano nearby Hahaha all in all a top experience.
See Coppers are no problems... if you used to work for them hahaha
This is a fantastic roadside Drive-by by Havago near Muswellbrook, NSW in the Hunter Valley. I was on route to the HAVOC Geocaching Camping Event in the Barrington Tops hunting for this devious little blighter.
A few minutes into the hunt I spotted HV10 (Hunter Valley 10: The Duty Officers 4x4 from the Muswellbrook Police Station) coming down the road. Sure enough the sight of a lone ute parked on the roadside and a strange bloke alone standing there drew attention. He pulled up and rolled down the passenger window into which I promptly leaned much to the Inspectors bemusement. Before he could get cross at my audacity recognition dawned on Inspector Guy as he remembered a smart arse Forensics Officer from 2 years ago
Hahaha Fortunately my time with the police came in handy... there was a huge Hippy Protest going on down the road at the camp ground hence the heightened security. We had a chat and catch up and I even explained caching a bit when he asked what the hell I was up to which may save some people acting sus on the much more visible "Off the Rails" Nano nearby Hahaha all in all a top experience.See Coppers are no problems... if you used to work for them
hahahaRated: for Overall Experience
Team log from Whitmore Square GC22E82
Well after all strange things apparently go down around there!
team "A" at 3-55 pm
parked the geomobile nearby, walked to GZ, co-ords are a tad out tho.
found the hide ( well done, I like it)
quickly signed and replaced, mmmm then the fun started, as I walked back to the car, a funnily marked white commadore stopped along side and asked " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' OH POO, I've been muggled by South Australia's finest men and women in BLUE
had to do some very fast talking to avoid a trip "down town" even showed them the cache.
After taking my name and address details they let me on my way, geeee the things we do whilst caching.
TNLN SL
Cheers from the FLIPPERS,
Gayle/Mark (jailbird)
Rated: for Overall Experience
Our brush with the law was rather minor. We were very new to Geocaching and as the log indicates below, we were intercepted whilst returning to our vehicle. We explained what we were up to and one of the officers knew someone in the force at Castlemaine "who did that sort of thing". Turns out it was a member of Team Morris with whom we have since become good friends. That resolved we walked back to the vehicles together having a pleasant chat.
Calder Capers II - Toot Toot retooted
A cache by Spruce Mooses
July 8, 2007 by Phetlern
With cold wind blowing acoss the plain we ventured off and on arrival at GZ noticed we had the company of two muggle K9's announcing our arrival in the distance. Proceeded to recover cache but had somehow managed to attract the attention of the local constabulary who had parked next to cachemobile and were proceeding to follow our tracks across the wind swept landscape. They were intercepted on our way back to the cachemobile and were assured that all was in order. Both parties retreated to the warmth of their respective vehicles. TNLN - TFTC.
Calder Capers II - Toot Toot retooted
A cache by Spruce Mooses
July 8, 2007 by Phetlern
With cold wind blowing acoss the plain we ventured off and on arrival at GZ noticed we had the company of two muggle K9's announcing our arrival in the distance. Proceeded to recover cache but had somehow managed to attract the attention of the local constabulary who had parked next to cachemobile and were proceeding to follow our tracks across the wind swept landscape. They were intercepted on our way back to the cachemobile and were assured that all was in order. Both parties retreated to the warmth of their respective vehicles. TNLN - TFTC.
Rated: for Overall Experience
"p is for" the cache that we got to meet the local constabulary
having a pee in the trees away from the cache or was it p is for police who pull up just as i finished with lots of questions
having a pee in the trees away from the cache or was it p is for police who pull up just as i finished with lots of questions
My visit from authorities was a while ago, not long after we started caching - my log for the cache reads -
Feel like total losers today, saw this had a geocoin in it and having never seen one decided it would be good to show the kids and to see. So having half an hour spare we drove down to look.....
street blocked off so kids and I waited in the car while hubby walked the last km lol.
It took ages, then he phoned me to drive to the other end of the street, back through all the other streets as it was so far.....
no probs, except the petrol light came on, then I got lost.......
sitting outside the RAAf base a nice distance, looking straight down the hopeful road ahead, a security car pulled in front of me blocking my way, then one behind.....I had to answer why I was there.......
um....
I kicked hubby out now I feel guilty and phoned him....he is on such and such a street and I am lost....
they redirected me, I finally found hubby with the geocoin, after we saw it hubby refused to walk it back to return it. So now researching what we do with it and where we put it......
nearly enough today to put you off this game, but thankyou so much, I am sure we will be laughing all night.
Feel like total losers today, saw this had a geocoin in it and having never seen one decided it would be good to show the kids and to see. So having half an hour spare we drove down to look.....
street blocked off so kids and I waited in the car while hubby walked the last km lol.
It took ages, then he phoned me to drive to the other end of the street, back through all the other streets as it was so far.....
no probs, except the petrol light came on, then I got lost.......
sitting outside the RAAf base a nice distance, looking straight down the hopeful road ahead, a security car pulled in front of me blocking my way, then one behind.....I had to answer why I was there.......
um....
I kicked hubby out now I feel guilty and phoned him....he is on such and such a street and I am lost....
they redirected me, I finally found hubby with the geocoin, after we saw it hubby refused to walk it back to return it. So now researching what we do with it and where we put it......
nearly enough today to put you off this game, but thankyou so much, I am sure we will be laughing all night.
The following is a copy of my log from "Bringabitofbreadalong" (GC1J630)
Well, now I know I look suspicious ! We got busted by 3 undercover police officers here today. After explaining the whole concept of geocaching, they agreed I was weird and left us to find the cache which was quickly retrieved by my son digger.Took a Solomon Islands 10 cent, left an Indonesian 50 Rp coin. Thanks BJ&H for bringing us back to this great spot.
Thanks for reminding me of this little incident.
Well, now I know I look suspicious ! We got busted by 3 undercover police officers here today. After explaining the whole concept of geocaching, they agreed I was weird and left us to find the cache which was quickly retrieved by my son digger.Took a Solomon Islands 10 cent, left an Indonesian 50 Rp coin. Thanks BJ&H for bringing us back to this great spot.
Thanks for reminding me of this little incident.
I will not put in the cords for ''an enigma''(GC27W0C)for it is a puzzle cache.
I was looking for the cache when a cop walked up the hill(I think he was looking kids hiding in the bush wating for cars to park and the ouners to walk up to the ANZAC statue for my friend had her car window smashed and had lost some stuf from her car a week ago)he started to ask me questions and I said I was looking for lizards he3 was satisfiered and went away leaving me in peace to make the grab.
I was looking for the cache when a cop walked up the hill(I think he was looking kids hiding in the bush wating for cars to park and the ouners to walk up to the ANZAC statue for my friend had her car window smashed and had lost some stuf from her car a week ago)he started to ask me questions and I said I was looking for lizards he3 was satisfiered and went away leaving me in peace to make the grab.
Just after dark one evening at the old trad Case of the Missing Masts (is now a virtual).
The log tells the story - and I was glad I had the 3yo (who really did need to pee) so I didn't have to explain what I was doing.
http://www.geocaching.com/seek/log.aspx?LUID=d9310c3e-b471-423c-997a-bbb37d81dcdc
(don't know how to link, so pasted the link)
The log tells the story - and I was glad I had the 3yo (who really did need to pee) so I didn't have to explain what I was doing.
http://www.geocaching.com/seek/log.aspx?LUID=d9310c3e-b471-423c-997a-bbb37d81dcdc
(don't know how to link, so pasted the link)
Rated: for Overall Experience
PMSL Did you get caught out last night? There have been a couple of people at that cache
The events below occurred on 04Aug2010. There were no innocents, so no names have been changed. The cache involved was GC2CMHJ - Under The Rotunda, located in Sandringham, Vic.
Original log.
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I had been having a busy morning upgrading my desktop, and paused just before lunch to check my email on my wife's computer.
I had been busily clearing out my 10 km radius recently and now one has popped up only 1 km from home.
I had lunch (must be losing my edge) and then began the search. I had found the vicinity and begun to look when a couple of strangers approached.
One of them produced a police badge and inquired whether I was ok as I seemed to be acting suspiciously. How do I handle this?
After bumbling around a bit, adding substantial evidence to the assumption that I was not ok, I finally said "Do you know what a Geocacher is".
The policeman just took this in his stride and said "Yes, I happen to be one".
This I met Starruby. Coverthypnosis was his backup in case I became unmanageable.
Anyway after a chat, we got down to the business at hand and divided up the location, shortly after which Starruby located the cache.
Original log.
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I had been having a busy morning upgrading my desktop, and paused just before lunch to check my email on my wife's computer.
I had been busily clearing out my 10 km radius recently and now one has popped up only 1 km from home.
I had lunch (must be losing my edge) and then began the search. I had found the vicinity and begun to look when a couple of strangers approached.
One of them produced a police badge and inquired whether I was ok as I seemed to be acting suspiciously. How do I handle this?
After bumbling around a bit, adding substantial evidence to the assumption that I was not ok, I finally said "Do you know what a Geocacher is".
The policeman just took this in his stride and said "Yes, I happen to be one".
This I met Starruby. Coverthypnosis was his backup in case I became unmanageable.
Anyway after a chat, we got down to the business at hand and divided up the location, shortly after which Starruby located the cache.
Rated: for Overall Experience
