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Our first SOG!

Sandbassking & Queen

We had been anxiously waiting for our first opportunity to retrieve a SOG and after a couple of near misses by 5 minutes, LOL, we finally landed exclusive rights to retrieve a SOG that was only 6.88 miles from our house. The fact that the temperatures were in the low 40’s and that it was drizzling rain and had been raining for 2 days did not stop us. Since this was our first assignment, we did not want to disappoint.

After obtaining the necessary permissions we headed out on our mission. From the aerial photography and topographic maps, this looked to be maybe only 300 feet from a farm road in an open field. Piece of cake right? We get to within a mile of the location and turn off the highway onto a white rock farm road and the arrow on the GPS is pointing straight ahead. We watch the GPS close in and at about .46 miles away the nice gravel road turns into a black dirt road. Oops! Not having a 4 wheel drive monster truck, I decided to look for another road in. We go into town and come at it from a different angle and run into another dirt road that looked worse and about the same distance away from the SOG. Our enthusiasm is turning to panic now and we decided to try one more angle in a fairly new neighborhood. Again we run into a dead end road that just empties out into an open field of short winter grass only .44 miles away from the SOG.

We sat in the truck thinking over our options with the drizzling cold rain covering the windshield. We could came back another day after it’s dried out and drive right up near it or we could just walk the .44 out to the SOG with no bushwhacking or creek crossings to worry about. No problem, we’ve got our waterproof winter boots on, we can make it.

We start out walking and the black mud is sticking to our shoes a little bit and it’s really affecting the Sandbassqueen’s stride since she’s a little vertically challenged. We walk a while and stop to try to kick the black gumbo mud off our boots and keep this up until we are about .17 miles away. I tell the SBQ we ought to be able to see this thing now and sure enough, straight ahead I see something white lying on the ground. There’s one problem though, the field of green grass had stopped and turned into a cultivated field of mud and water. The SBQ knew she couldn’t walk in that muck so she told me she would wait right there while I went out after it. My first step into the mud sunk up to my ankle and my next foot like wise. I continued on getting closer and closer and sinking deeper and deeper. I finally arrive at the SOG and reach into my pocket to get my camera for a picture of the SOG and about that time I loose my balance and with both feet firmly planted in the mud I have no choice but to fall straight back onto my arse! In order to get up I have to roll over and place my hands in the mud to help prop myself up. Now I know what means to wallow in the mire! The camera is covered with mud but I wipe the lens off and manage one shot.

I wrap up the parachute and tuck the SOG under my arm and begin the trudge back. By now the mud is really sticking up and around my boots and it feels like I’m walking with 20-pound weights on each leg. I start to breath heavier and my heart is pounding as I’m struggling to make each step. Occasionally I have to just stop and look down at my boots but they are too heavy to manage much of a kick to get any mud off. I eventually make it back to where the SBQ is waiting and we both crack up laughing at what had just transpired. Back at the truck we use the rainwater running down the street to wash enough mud off to get back in the truck.

We’ve done a lot of Geocaches and some of them just fade in together but this SOG adventure will always stick out in our minds! It was a blast!

We can’t wait for the next one!

Sandbassking & Queen