Slim's Horse, Firecracker LbNA #10713 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Sep 7, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | ??? |
| County: | Kalamazoo |
| State: | Michigan |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | azobox  |
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| Found by: | ??? |
| Last found: | Oct 18, 2006 |
| Status: | FFaa |
| Last edited: | Sep 7, 2004 |
Slim’s Horse, Firecracker
BOX IS NOT AVAILABLE AS OF APRIL 2010
Confirmed: October, 2006
This series of mini-letterboxes could total four to five miles, depending on how you choose to round ‘em up. Fill your canteen before you head out, pardner.
To find this letterbox, you’ll first have to unravel the yarn that began with the mystery of Chicago Slim. His adventures are told in the story, “Whose Shoes”, (Western version).
When we left Chicago Slim he was resting. He discovered that he’d dropped his hat along the trail somewhere and he thought he really ought to get up and take a look around. That old Stetson had been with him for years. When he looked around he knew something else was wrong. Slim was all alone!
He called for Firecracker, his faithful steed
“Firecracker!” he called again. There was not even the snap of a nearby twig. The only sound he heard was the gentle breeze in the nearby pines. Firecracker was gone. And that wasn’t all. Since he’d not unsaddled the horse, or taken off his bedroll or the saddlebags, he was left with nothing.
Now what was he going to do?
Your job is to help Chicago Slim find his belongings.
You’ll start where Slim came to rest.
Giddyup.
There’s another trail due east of where Slim rests – less than a hundred feet.
That’s where Firecracker began his search for a drink of water.
Follow his tracks towards the SE to a well marked intersection.
Again, Firecracker could imagine Slim’s awful singing, “…don’t fence me in.”
Head opposite the direction of the discount airline.
A field, a pine grove, a bit of an opening…on and on and on he went.
More woods, more bits of clearing…clippity-clop, clippity-clop.
He got his second wind and saw his path moving more toward the north.
Then back into the woods and he saw some pretty tight S-curves but he kept on.
Eventually, the trail turned sandy and then he passed under the man-mades.
For sure he was headed north……… and down, down, down.
Finally he thought he could smell water.
He settled at about the lowest part of this trail for a rest.
On his right he saw a big headless oak about 60 feet tall, surrounded by its debris.
And just ahead on the left was a spiral-scarred, smaller oak.
From the scarred oak, he went 14 steps ahead on the trail.
Then 30 steps at a heading of 240 degrees to a log lying in a NS orientation. Firecracker is nestled at ground level, about half way along its length on the west side. His saddle blanket is cammo so look carefully.
To return, either retrace or continue. It’s six of one, half dozen of another.
Copyright 2005 jparkerg/azobox
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact azobox.
BOX IS NOT AVAILABLE AS OF APRIL 2010
Confirmed: October, 2006
This series of mini-letterboxes could total four to five miles, depending on how you choose to round ‘em up. Fill your canteen before you head out, pardner.
To find this letterbox, you’ll first have to unravel the yarn that began with the mystery of Chicago Slim. His adventures are told in the story, “Whose Shoes”, (Western version).
When we left Chicago Slim he was resting. He discovered that he’d dropped his hat along the trail somewhere and he thought he really ought to get up and take a look around. That old Stetson had been with him for years. When he looked around he knew something else was wrong. Slim was all alone!
He called for Firecracker, his faithful steed
“Firecracker!” he called again. There was not even the snap of a nearby twig. The only sound he heard was the gentle breeze in the nearby pines. Firecracker was gone. And that wasn’t all. Since he’d not unsaddled the horse, or taken off his bedroll or the saddlebags, he was left with nothing.
Now what was he going to do?
Your job is to help Chicago Slim find his belongings.
You’ll start where Slim came to rest.
Giddyup.
There’s another trail due east of where Slim rests – less than a hundred feet.
That’s where Firecracker began his search for a drink of water.
Follow his tracks towards the SE to a well marked intersection.
Again, Firecracker could imagine Slim’s awful singing, “…don’t fence me in.”
Head opposite the direction of the discount airline.
A field, a pine grove, a bit of an opening…on and on and on he went.
More woods, more bits of clearing…clippity-clop, clippity-clop.
He got his second wind and saw his path moving more toward the north.
Then back into the woods and he saw some pretty tight S-curves but he kept on.
Eventually, the trail turned sandy and then he passed under the man-mades.
For sure he was headed north……… and down, down, down.
Finally he thought he could smell water.
He settled at about the lowest part of this trail for a rest.
On his right he saw a big headless oak about 60 feet tall, surrounded by its debris.
And just ahead on the left was a spiral-scarred, smaller oak.
From the scarred oak, he went 14 steps ahead on the trail.
Then 30 steps at a heading of 240 degrees to a log lying in a NS orientation. Firecracker is nestled at ground level, about half way along its length on the west side. His saddle blanket is cammo so look carefully.
To return, either retrace or continue. It’s six of one, half dozen of another.
Copyright 2005 jparkerg/azobox
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact azobox.