This is NOT the rich land I referred to.. there is a pic. you posted a months ago, that one in rich.. Post it here once again.
P.S. The above two pics are poor.. No cache..
This is right where the arrow is. Hope I didn't miss it. If I did I can zoom back out.
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Elhit,
I'm going to check this out as soon as I can. If not this weekend then maybe the next.
Nicholas
Looking forward to hear the good news..
Found the bush the arrow points to. The detector didn't sing. Nothing there. There is only about a five inch layer of dirt there. Must be a low spot for the wind and water to fill in some dirt on top of the rocks. Underneath that five inches of dirt it is just like all the other rocks. If there is a target there it must be somewhere else close by. There a lot of small alcoves in the area. There is also a couple of potential locations just to the south. Like maybe fifty yards. I did dig a small hole where the cache was supposed to be. Can you dowse that and tell me which direction and how far I am supposed to be?
You may have to rethink your guarantee.
It was a 600 foot vertical climb to get to this place. In soft sand so we don't have good footing. The angle was greater than 45 degrees. Very steep. The wind was also blowing with huge gusts. I knew the wind was going to be blowing because I did listen to the forecast but we really wanted to go anyway. I'll be less enthusiastic if there is a next time.
Nicholas
Here is a story about this location. I am editing out parts of it.
The story begins in the forests of Oregon. There, in 1910, a logging operation was being run by an ex-outlaw. Little was know of his past until one day when he called in his foreman, a man named Smith, and reminisced about his life in another state.
"I've grown fond of you," the old man began, "and I want to tell you about a stash of gold and silver in another state, that can make you rich. I would go back for it myself, but at my age money is no longer important. Besides, I'm wanted there for murder.
He then told how his gang had, over the years, cached a fortune. The gang's last venture was a robbery that netted ten silver bars. With a posse in pursuit the gang rode to their destination and buried the silver alongside their other loot. The old man told Smith he was certain no one had gone back for the treasure.
"There were ten of us," he said. Eight died in the other state. The ninth came with me to Oregon. I killed him following an argument some years back. I'm the only one left."