RACCOON RAID, LAKE CATHERINE STATE PARK
Silently the raiders crept into the campsite. Theirs was a mission that was critical to their very survial. They were subsistence hunting. Though the camp had sentries posted, they were at the time, suffering the effects of an overdose of Hotdogs and smores. The effects of the hot dog overdose were well known to the raiding team. They knew that the sentries would be drawn to the campfire to comfort each other in their misery.
The raiders also being keen observers of mankind, knew that the lingering effects of smores withdrawl would cause the sentries to stir up the fire for a quick fix of hotdogs and smores, an event usually occouring around midnight.
Their time was limited. They proceded quickly and efficiently. The first food container ( read this as trash can ) lid came off readily with a team work effort. And it was all down hill after that. Though the sentries became aware of the raiders activities, at some point in time, they seemed to be jaded on the euphoric effects of smores and meerly watched the raid as it progressed from can to can.
Eventually in the wee hours of pre dawn, the raiders and sentries alike withdrew from the campfire area. Quiet prevailed as the night birds began their early morning calls.
The silence was broken only by the excessive snoring of a tired, ancient geocacher snoring loudly in a camp trailer. :oops:
Very cool, the cache raiders were raided by the professionals !
