Bragging rights

Found your Cache, bro-styles.  

I was sitting at home, knitting my fingers together over my Grandfather's hospital-admission for a "dead battery" in his pacemaker (this part is sad and true, prompting a need for escape in my tattered mind...)  when my wife waved me over to the computer to check out our beloved Velocache.  (I swear she checks it almost as often as I do.)  Lo and behold, the Morticianary Man had dropped a taffy from his bum.  Scanning the shots I immediately recognized the spot and slipped on the cold-weather tights, double coat and wintry gloves to head out to capture the prize.  (Distant crowds roaring in my ears like the pressing din of the ocean the first night of a three-dayer on the coast after half a year or more inland.) The post had been up for maybe half an hour and I was already nervous I would have to break a bottle against a chain link fence Outsiders style to claim my (MY) first Velocache.  Heart pounding and cursing me for my vices, I rolled up to the spot and reached into the rocks... (gasp)  HELLS YEAH!  

While taking my picture of the hiding spot the phone rang.  "Hello"  said I.  "Hey, didja check the site?"  says he.  "I'm there, bro-stain!  Tippy-toe dancing around in the dark like a fancy lad with a mighty idol held aloft, my bike light strobing, tears running down my flushed face, I FOUND IT!"  says I.  ("YESSSSSS!"  says I only to I.)  "Put it back dude, you knew that spot, let's let the game go longer."  says he.  The story is getting clipped down here (WAY down, among other baby-man stunts I stamped my feet and whined and thought about peeing on the cache I was so momentarily butt-hurt) to save time, valuable, precious time for YOU to get your ass out and find this treasure.  I put it back, hence the bragging rights title.  I happened to know the spot quite well, took great advantage of it and raced to be the first.  I had a blast.  Get out and find the Cache.  

I also took great advantage of the offer of PBR from my host, and smoked most of his wife's cigarettes while I recounted my great victory and humble return of the Mortician's gift to the Velocache game.  

Let's get the game rolling!